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IV. “NEVER TIRED?”
And art thou never tired of poems, and of singing?—
“Nay! not more tired than Spring of merry bright birds winging
Along the woods their way.
A woman never tires of love, so it be endless:
The summer, full of flowers, would feel forlorn and friendless
With one flower less on one acacia spray!
“Nay! not more tired than Spring of merry bright birds winging
Along the woods their way.
A woman never tires of love, so it be endless:
The summer, full of flowers, would feel forlorn and friendless
With one flower less on one acacia spray!
“A woman never tires of love, so it be tireless:
A woman never tires till passion's soul be fireless
And song's heart void of flame.
What, do my eyes not speak? Then must my lips make plainer
That Song is ever sweet, a gentle-eyed retainer
Who follows on the path where Love's feet came?
A woman never tires till passion's soul be fireless
And song's heart void of flame.
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That Song is ever sweet, a gentle-eyed retainer
Who follows on the path where Love's feet came?
“Sing on; and sing of me. Are still my eyes a wonder?
Sing till the hushed birds part the leafy boughs in sunder
To listen to thy song.
A woman's gentle soul of love is never weary:
Lo! lover, how the dark with songless hand and dreary
Will seek to claim me for its own ere long!
Sing till the hushed birds part the leafy boughs in sunder
To listen to thy song.
A woman's gentle soul of love is never weary:
Lo! lover, how the dark with songless hand and dreary
Will seek to claim me for its own ere long!
“Sing, ere the night be here.”—Song woke at her sweet warning,
And with the heart of birds and with the wings of morning
Stormed through the sunlit skies:—
For song can never cease, while dark and pure and tender,
Full of the soul of love, and full of light and splendour,
Shine ever through song's heart her unchanged eyes.
And with the heart of birds and with the wings of morning
Stormed through the sunlit skies:—
For song can never cease, while dark and pure and tender,
Full of the soul of love, and full of light and splendour,
Shine ever through song's heart her unchanged eyes.
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