 | Songs of the Seasons |  |
Meet me in my orchard yard,
Roam among my vineries,
Shake the loaded apple trees!
Welcome Artist! Welcome Bard!
Shake the filbert and the hazel,
Shake the walnut, and the chesnut,
Go on shaking, Pen and Easel!
None of mine the motto—“Waste not.”
I would rather, than the breeze,
Or the versed in pious frauds,
That the gifted of the gods
Revell'd in mine arbories!
Roam among my vineries,
Shake the loaded apple trees!
Welcome Artist! Welcome Bard!
Shake the filbert and the hazel,
Shake the walnut, and the chesnut,
Go on shaking, Pen and Easel!
None of mine the motto—“Waste not.”
I would rather, than the breeze,
Or the versed in pious frauds,
That the gifted of the gods
Revell'd in mine arbories!
| Songs of the Seasons | |