Gone, till the end of the year, Bite, frost, bite! But not into mine. SPRING. Birds' love and birds' song Flying here and there, And you with gold for hair! Passing with the weather, To love once and for ever. Men's love and birds' love, Gone, and the light gone with her, and And you my wren with a crown of left me in shadow here! Taken the stars from the night and Gone, and a cloud in my heart, and a Flown to the east or the west, flitted Down in the south is a flash and a WINTER. The frost is here, And fuel is dear, And woods are sear, And fires burn clear, And frost is here gold, You my queen of the wrens! We'll be birds of a feather, I'll be King of the Queen of the wrens, And all in a nest together. THE LETTER. Where is another sweet as my sweet, Dewy blue eye. Shall I write to her? shall I go? And has bitten the heel of the going Ay or no, if ask'd to her face? year. Bite, frost, bite! You roll up away from the light And the bees are still'd, and the flies are kill'd, And you bite far into the heart of the house, But not into mine. AY. Be merry, all birds, to-day, Be merry on earth as you never were merry before, Be merry in heaven, O larks, and far away, And merry for ever and ever, and For it's easy to find a rhyme. The fire-crown'd king of the wrens, from out of the pine! Look how they tumble the blossom, the mad little tits! "Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!" was ever a May so fine? Why? For it's easy to find a rhyme. O merry the linnet and dove, And swallow and sparrow and throstle, and have your desire! O merry my heart, you have gotten the wings of love, And fit like the king of the wrens with a crown of fire. Why? For its ay ay, ay ay. WHEN. Sun comes, moon comes, "A year hence, a year hence." "We shall both be gray." "A month hence, a month hence." "Far, far away." "A week hence, a week hence." "Ah, the long delay." "Wait a little, wait a little, You shall fix a day." "To-morrow, love, to-morrow, And that's an age away." Blaze upon her window, sun, And honor all the day. MARRIAGE MORNING. Light, so low upon earth, You send a flash to the sun. Woods where we hid from the wet, Stiles where we stay'd to be kind, Meadows in which we met! Light, so low in the vale You flash and lighten afar, For this is the golden morning of love, And you are his morning star. Flash, I am coming, I come, By meadow and stile and wood, Oh, lighten into my eyes and my heart, Into my heart and my blood! Heart, are you great enough For a love that never tires? O heart, are you great enough for love? I have heard of thorns and briers. Over the thorns and briers, Over the meadows and stiles, Over the world to the end of it Flash for a million miles. |