What so sweet as winds are,
Blowing from the woods,
Hinting in their music
Of dreamy solitudes?
Blowing from the woods,
Hinting in their music
Of dreamy solitudes?
Rain, and song, and flower,
When the summer's shine
Make the green earth's beauty
Seem a thing divine.
When the summer's shine
Make the green earth's beauty
Seem a thing divine.
XXIAN ANSWER
Shall I forget you, when long years have flown
And all the loveliness that is your own
Has into waste and withered wrinkles grown,
And your eye's tremulous magnificence
Is but a memory of the failing sense?
Ah, while your heart is great, and God is good
I cannot, love, forget you, if I would!
And all the loveliness that is your own
Has into waste and withered wrinkles grown,
And your eye's tremulous magnificence
Is but a memory of the failing sense?
Ah, while your heart is great, and God is good
I cannot, love, forget you, if I would!
Shall I forget you? Oh when that shall be,
I must have lost the light from land or sea,
I must have closed my eyes eternally!
For while my heart beats, or my spirit lives,
'Mid all the hopes that gracious Heaven gives,
To love you still, as here on earth I love,
Oh, this it is, that perfect Heaven to prove!
I must have lost the light from land or sea,
I must have closed my eyes eternally!
For while my heart beats, or my spirit lives,
'Mid all the hopes that gracious Heaven gives,
To love you still, as here on earth I love,
Oh, this it is, that perfect Heaven to prove!
XXIIA TEAR
When the long green grass waves o'er me,
And no summers are before me;
When the bitter wind's increase
And no summers are before me;
When the bitter wind's increase
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