 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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HE COMES NOT YET.
He comes not to the springtide bower,
When the leaves are green 'neath the violet flower,
When the cuckoo flits from tree to tree,
And the butterfly leaves her loved Psyche for thee;
He comes not yet!
When the leaves are green 'neath the violet flower,
When the cuckoo flits from tree to tree,
And the butterfly leaves her loved Psyche for thee;
He comes not yet!
He comes not when the rose is blowing,
And the summer-lit sun in his fervour is glowing;
When the twilight is haunting the castle tower,
And distant sounds have a memory and power;
He comes not yet!
And the summer-lit sun in his fervour is glowing;
When the twilight is haunting the castle tower,
And distant sounds have a memory and power;
He comes not yet!
He comes not at the festive time,
When Nature is yielding her corn and wine,
When the autumn moon looks o'er the earth,
And birds have ceased their fairy mirth;
He comes not yet!
When Nature is yielding her corn and wine,
When the autumn moon looks o'er the earth,
And birds have ceased their fairy mirth;
He comes not yet!
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But when all beautiful things are gone,
And winter nights are cold and lone,
And thought is holding high carnival,
And shadows are gleaming along the wall;
Ah! then he comes!
And winter nights are cold and lone,
And thought is holding high carnival,
And shadows are gleaming along the wall;
Ah! then he comes!
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