Where Lilies Live and Waters Wind Away Verses by F. W. Bourdillon: Pictures by Edith J. Berkeley |
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WINTER.
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WINTER.
The world is cold;
The sun's grown old;
The trees are bowed;
Fields wear a shroud;
The stream is lead;
All things are dead.
A wind like the blast of death has blown,
And turned the living world to stone.
The sun's grown old;
The trees are bowed;
Fields wear a shroud;
The stream is lead;
All things are dead.
A wind like the blast of death has blown,
And turned the living world to stone.
The world is bright
With sudden light;
The sun's grown young;
Birds find a tongue;
Glitters each spray;
All things are gay.
It is only a warm little human maiden,
Who passes with blushes like roses laden.
With sudden light;
The sun's grown young;
Birds find a tongue;
Glitters each spray;
All things are gay.
It is only a warm little human maiden,
Who passes with blushes like roses laden.
O stream we have long time followed.
Where shall our farewell be?
Not where thy waves are swallowed
In the unremembering sea.
Where shall our farewell be?
Not where thy waves are swallowed
In the unremembering sea.
Rather, in a valley lonely,
When a sudden bend is nigh,
And the winds and the weeds hear only,
We will whisper our soft good-bye!
When a sudden bend is nigh,
And the winds and the weeds hear only,
We will whisper our soft good-bye!
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