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Dark Spring.
Now the mavis and the merle
Lavish their full hearts in song;
Peach and almond boughs unfurl
White and purple bloom along
A blue burning air,
All is very fair:
But ah! the silence and the sorrow!
I may not borrow
Any anodyne for grief
From the joy of flower or leaf,
No healing to allay my pain
From the cool of air or rain;
Every sweet sound grew still,
Every fair colour pale,
When his life began to wane!
They may never live again!
A child's voice and visage will
Evermore about me fail;
And my weary feet will go
Labouring as in deep snow:
Though the year with glowing wine
