Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XIX. BIRDS AND THOUGHTS.
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Oh! I am wearyOf this being dreary:
Sweet birds! Sweet birds!
The winter is around ye;
And ice and snow
Wrap all below;
Above, the air
Is cold, and bare
Each bough,
And the frozen breezes wound ye;
That wherever ye fly,
On the earth, or on high,
Ye find no rest,
Nor food, nor nest,
Sweet birds! Sweet birds!
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Oh! I am wearyOf this being dreary:
Sweet birds! Sweet birds!
Our thoughts like ye must ever
In this cold world
With wings half furled
Make voyage bare,
Till by despair
They're whirled
Around, and peace find never;
And, sinking or soaring,
Earth or heaven exploring,
They still must flee
Joyless like ye,
Sweet birds! Sweet birds!
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Oh! I am wearyOf this being dreary:
Sweet birds! Sweet birds!
Ye must wait till the spring unfoldeth
The sun and earth;
And then in mirth
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And with clear voice
Her birth
Chant to the sphere which her beauty holdeth:
And our thoughts must await
The great life beyond fate,
To soar and sing,
Like ye in spring,
Sweet birds! Sweet birds!
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