 | The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard |  |
[The shadows of the swallows]
(Too-Mo.)
The shadows of the swallows
Have crossed the autumn rivers,
Then let us climb the mountains,
And friend with friend carouse:
We'll take a bottle with us,
And drink like merry fellows,
And stagger back at sunset,
With flowers about our brows.
Have crossed the autumn rivers,
Then let us climb the mountains,
And friend with friend carouse:
We'll take a bottle with us,
And drink like merry fellows,
And stagger back at sunset,
With flowers about our brows.
But no, let's drain our bottles
At noon in this bright garden,
For dark and sad the sunsets
On distant mountains shine.
The days of old have vanished,
Then drink, and laugh, to-day, boys,
Nor stain with tears your garments,
They're better stained with wine!
At noon in this bright garden,
For dark and sad the sunsets
On distant mountains shine.
The days of old have vanished,
Then drink, and laugh, to-day, boys,
Nor stain with tears your garments,
They're better stained with wine!
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | |