Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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SONGS' END.
These forty days,
Alone have I with thee, dear Spirit of Delight,
That lov'st the Wintertide, gone wandering, noon and night,
Song's solitary ways.
Alone have I with thee, dear Spirit of Delight,
That lov'st the Wintertide, gone wandering, noon and night,
Song's solitary ways.
On wonted wise,
Stooping from heaven sudden, upon thy wings of rhyme,
Thou bor'st me off from snows and sorrows to the clime
Of sun and summer skies.
Stooping from heaven sudden, upon thy wings of rhyme,
Thou bor'st me off from snows and sorrows to the clime
Of sun and summer skies.
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No desert lands
Are those whereto thou me, too little oft, alas!
Bear'st, no Sahara-waste, ceiled with a sky of brass,
Fire raining on red sands.
Are those whereto thou me, too little oft, alas!
Bear'st, no Sahara-waste, ceiled with a sky of brass,
Fire raining on red sands.
A mild sun there
Tendeth eternal Spring and 'neath the plumy palms,
With roses red and white mimics the radiant calms
Of Paradise's air.
Tendeth eternal Spring and 'neath the plumy palms,
With roses red and white mimics the radiant calms
Of Paradise's air.
By its field-paths
Not asphodels alone and amaranths etern
Glitter, but cornflowers there and crimson poppies burn
In the lush meadow-swaths.
Not asphodels alone and amaranths etern
Glitter, but cornflowers there and crimson poppies burn
In the lush meadow-swaths.
There land and sea
Are rounded with a rhyme. The breezes, as they go,
Vie in a verse and songs for wayside blossoms blow
On every hedge and tree.
Are rounded with a rhyme. The breezes, as they go,
Vie in a verse and songs for wayside blossoms blow
On every hedge and tree.
There, Soul of Song,
In that fair land with thee have I gone wandering
Once more and filled my sheaf with the bright flowers that spring
Its sunny ways along.
In that fair land with thee have I gone wandering
Once more and filled my sheaf with the bright flowers that spring
Its sunny ways along.
And now, alack!
My six weeks' harvesting in hand, (Ah, how much more
Fain had I gathered in from off that flowerful shore!)
Perforce thou bring'st me back
My six weeks' harvesting in hand, (Ah, how much more
Fain had I gathered in from off that flowerful shore!)
Perforce thou bring'st me back
And without word
Of promise or farewell, sudden, as thou didst alight
With me, fleest back again to where in Heaven's height
Thou dwell'st, celestial bird;
Of promise or farewell, sudden, as thou didst alight
With me, fleest back again to where in Heaven's height
Thou dwell'st, celestial bird;
Whilst, from my dream,
With vision-dazzled eyes, awakening, I, anon,
Through workday windows, frost-bedizened, stare upon
This world of things that seem.
With vision-dazzled eyes, awakening, I, anon,
Through workday windows, frost-bedizened, stare upon
This world of things that seem.
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