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I wish you were a pleasant wren, And I your small accepted mate;How we’d look down on toilsome men! We’d rise and go to bed at eight Or it may be not quite so late.Then you should see the nest…
O pleasant eventide! Clouds on the western sideGrow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun:The bees and birds, their happy labors done, Seek their close nests and bide. Screened in the leafy wood The stock-doves sit and brood:The very squirrel…
Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet To shut our eyes and die:Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart by With flitting butterfly,Nor grass grow long above our heads and feet,Nor hear the happy lark…
When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented houseI passed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange-boughs;From hand to hand they pushed the wine, They sucked the pulp of plum and peach;They sang, they…
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow…
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by day You…
To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose, Scentless, colourless, this! Will it ever be thus (who knows?) Thus with our bliss, If we wait till the close?Tho’ we care not to wait for the end, there comes…
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt,…
Unmindful of the roses, Unmindful of the thorn,A reaper tired reposes Among his gathered corn: So might I, till the morn!Cold as the cold Decembers, Past as the days that set,While only one remembers And all the rest forget,— But…
As rivers seek the sea, Much more deep than they,So my soul seeks thee Far away:As running rivers moanOn their course alone So I moan Left alone.As the delicate rose To the sun’s sweet strengthDoth herself unclose, Breadth and length:So…