Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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In the mid-Spring,
When heaven and earth,
When land and sea
And all that are within them stir and sing,
For rapture of new birth,
There fell on me
Inexorciseable calamity:
The love that lit my life from me took wing.
When heaven and earth,
When land and sea
And all that are within them stir and sing,
For rapture of new birth,
There fell on me
Inexorciseable calamity:
The love that lit my life from me took wing.
For many a day,
The sky was blue
For me in vain;
'Twixt Spring and Winter, January and May,
Scant difference I knew:
A trance of pain
Life was, o'er which the years' funereal train
Lapsed, like a stream, unnoted, on its way.
The sky was blue
For me in vain;
'Twixt Spring and Winter, January and May,
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A trance of pain
Life was, o'er which the years' funereal train
Lapsed, like a stream, unnoted, on its way.
Five lustres past;
And still, unsung,
The Spring went by:
Insensible to sunshine, rain and blast,
Tearless and mute, among
Life's tides went I.
Though Summer reigned or Winter in the sky,
The songbirds mute were in my soul aghast.
And still, unsung,
The Spring went by:
Insensible to sunshine, rain and blast,
Tearless and mute, among
Life's tides went I.
Though Summer reigned or Winter in the sky,
The songbirds mute were in my soul aghast.
But nothing here,
Not even grief,
Endureth still:
My soul once more, after so many a year,
Begins to put forth leaf;
Once more, at will,
Life flowereth, fruiteth for me good and ill
And on the boughs the birds once more sing clear.
Not even grief,
Endureth still:
My soul once more, after so many a year,
Begins to put forth leaf;
Once more, at will,
Life flowereth, fruiteth for me good and ill
And on the boughs the birds once more sing clear.
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