 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
IN THE CITY
Beside the smithy window
A thrush sings all day long—
All in the murky city
A carolling greenwood song!
And ever as I come nigh it,
My spirit is filled with glee,
And ever as I go by it,
My heart grows sad in me.
While ringingly the hammer,
Ringingly within,
Maketh a merry clamour
And a busy din.
A thrush sings all day long—
All in the murky city
A carolling greenwood song!
And ever as I come nigh it,
My spirit is filled with glee,
And ever as I go by it,
My heart grows sad in me.
While ringingly the hammer,
Ringingly within,
Maketh a merry clamour
And a busy din.
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Therein, the Ever-Worker
Is seen from early day,
With the glow of forge and iron
Upon his locks of grey.
Therein, the ancient workman
Works ever and aye, so lone,
And none have heard his laughter—
To no man he makes moan.
While ringingly the hammer,
Ringingly within,
Maketh a merry clamour
And a busy din.
Is seen from early day,
With the glow of forge and iron
Upon his locks of grey.
Therein, the ancient workman
Works ever and aye, so lone,
And none have heard his laughter—
To no man he makes moan.
While ringingly the hammer,
Ringingly within,
Maketh a merry clamour
And a busy din.
Two friends he hath—two only—
Good hammer and sweet bird,
O sorrowful eyes! you tell not
Who may have been the third,
Or whether the thrush is singing
Of summers that bore no gloom,
Or whether it promiseth, sweetly,
A green bough o'er a tomb.
When stilled shall lie the hammer,
Silent all within,
Hushed the weary clamour,
And the noisy din.
Good hammer and sweet bird,
O sorrowful eyes! you tell not
Who may have been the third,
Or whether the thrush is singing
Of summers that bore no gloom,
Or whether it promiseth, sweetly,
A green bough o'er a tomb.
When stilled shall lie the hammer,
Silent all within,
Hushed the weary clamour,
And the noisy din.
| Songs and Poems by George Sigerson | |