Carol and Cadence | ||
FATUI AMBO.
1.
In the morning mirkness, before the dark is done,
The lark is winging, singing, toward the coming sun.
The lark is winging, singing, toward the coming sun.
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In the foredawn dreamtide, before the Maying-time,
My heart is welling, swelling with presage of the Prime.
My heart is welling, swelling with presage of the Prime.
2.
Nay, know'st thou not that never thy straitest stress, o lark,
The sun's first flicker quicker might conjure from the dark?
The sun's first flicker quicker might conjure from the dark?
Hast thou not learned Life's lesson, old heart, nor knowest yet
That May oft flouteth, routeth our hopes with wind and wet?
That May oft flouteth, routeth our hopes with wind and wet?
Carol and Cadence | ||