Dramatic Scenes With Other Poems, Now First Printed. By Barry Cornwall [i.e. Bryan Waller Procter]. Illustrated |
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SONG FOR ALL SEASONS. |
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SONG FOR ALL SEASONS.
When March tempests smite the pine,
Straight I dream of thee and thine,
And Spring so soon to be:
When the sweet bee, hour by hour,
Rifles in the red-rose flower,
Still I sigh for thee:
Straight I dream of thee and thine,
And Spring so soon to be:
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Rifles in the red-rose flower,
Still I sigh for thee:
For thy voice, methinks, is ringing
'Midst the little labourer's singing.
Busy Insect-Song,
Delving deep for honey treasure,
Making very toil a pleasure,
Runs its life along.
'Midst the little labourer's singing.
Busy Insect-Song,
Delving deep for honey treasure,
Making very toil a pleasure,
Runs its life along.
When the black wild Winter throws
His icy gauntlet down, and blows
His trumpet to the Sea;
And the great Sea answers loud,
From his throne amid the cloud,
Still I think on thee.
His icy gauntlet down, and blows
His trumpet to the Sea;
And the great Sea answers loud,
From his throne amid the cloud,
Still I think on thee.
In the departing Summer's night,
And when the swallow takes her flight
Over land and sea,
And, in Autumn storms and thunders,
Thro' the rain-dark misty wonders,
I look out for thee.
And when the swallow takes her flight
Over land and sea,
And, in Autumn storms and thunders,
Thro' the rain-dark misty wonders,
I look out for thee.
To every sound my Spirit wakes,
From every hue a colour takes,
That brings me back to thee:
Ah! when wilt thou, so deep in debt,
Thy scorn, and power, and pride forget,
And think, for once, of me?
From every hue a colour takes,
That brings me back to thee:
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Thy scorn, and power, and pride forget,
And think, for once, of me?
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