Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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XVII. Song.
Gold leaves on the tree,
Red fruit in the garden,
Storms out at sea.
Since the summer dies, pardon
If human hearts harden.
Red fruit in the garden,
Storms out at sea.
Since the summer dies, pardon
If human hearts harden.
Gold sheaves on the plain
A few still remaining.
If the harvest-moon wanes
How profits complaining
Of human love waning?
A few still remaining.
If the harvest-moon wanes
How profits complaining
Of human love waning?
Blue ice on the lakes,
The plains white and cheerless!
Ah but my heart aches.
Nay, cold hearts are fearless;
Love is dead, I am tearless.
The plains white and cheerless!
Ah but my heart aches.
Nay, cold hearts are fearless;
Love is dead, I am tearless.
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