Gone till the end of the year, Gone, and the light gone with her and left me in shadow here! Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart, and a storm in the air! Flown to the east or the west, flitted I know not where ! Down in the south is a flash and a groan: she is there she is there! IV. WINTER. THE frost is here, And fuel is dear, And woods are sear, And fires burn clear, And frost is here And has bitten the heel of the going year. Bite, frost, bite! You roll up away from the light The blue woodlouse, and the plump dormouse, And the bees are still'd, and the flies are kill'd, And you bite far into the heart of the house, But not into mine. Bite, frost, bite! The woods are all the searer, The fires are all the clearer, You have bitten into the heart of the earth, But not into mine. V. SPRING. BIRDS' love and birds' song Men's love and birds' love, And women's love and men's!· You the Queen of the wrens We'll be birds of a feather, I'll be King of the Queen of the wrens, VI. THE LETTER. WHERE is another sweet as my sweet, Dewy blue eye. Shall I write to her? shall I go? Ay or no, if ask'd to her face? Fly to the light in the valley below - VII. NO ANSWER. THE mist and the rain, the mist and the rain ! Ay is the song of the wedded spheres, No is trouble and cloud and storm, Ay is life for a hundred years, No will push me down to the worm, And when I am there and dead and gone, The wet west wind and the world will go on. The wind and the wet, the wind and the wet! Wet west wind, how you blow, you blow ! And never a line from my lady yet! Is it ay or no? is it ay or no ? Blow then, blow, and when I am gone, The wet west wind and the world may go on. VIII. NO ANSWER. WINDS are loud and you are dumb: IX. THE ANSWER. Two little hands that meet, Break you may break my heart. Faint heart never won Break. break, and all s done. IX". AY! BE merry, all birds, to-day, Be merry on earth as you never were merry before, Be merry in heaven, O larks, and far away, For it's easy to find a rhyme. Look, look, how he flits, The fire-crown'd king of the wrens, from out of the pine! Look how they tumble the blossom, the mad little tits! "Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! was ever a May so fine? Why? For it's easy to find a rhyme. O merry the linnet and dove, And swallow and sparrow and throstle, and have your desire! O merry my heart, you have gotten the wings of love, And flit like the king of the wrens with a crown of fire. Why? For it's ay ay ay, ay ay. X. WHEN? SUN comes, moon comes, Time slips away. Sun sets, moon sets, Love, fix a day. "A year hence, a year hence." "A month hence, a month hence." |