The early poems edited by John Collins (1900) | ||
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[Every day hath its night]
I
Every day hath its night:Every night its morn:
Thorough dark and bright
Wingèd hours are borne;
Ah! welaway!
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Golden calm and storm
Mingle day by day.
There is no bright form
Doth not cast a shade—
Ah! welaway!
II
When we laugh, and our mirthApes the happy vein,
We're so kin to earth,
Pleasaunce fathers pain—
Ah! welaway!
Madness laugheth loud:
Laughter bringeth tears:
Eyes are worn away
Till the end of fears
Cometh in the shroud,
Ah! welaway!
III
All is change, woe or weal;Joy is Sorrow's brother;
Grief and gladness steal
Symbols of each other;
Ah! welaway!
Larks in heaven's cope
Sing: the culvers mourn
All the livelong day.
Be not all forlorn;
Let us weep, in hope—
Ah! welaway!
The early poems edited by John Collins (1900) | ||