A Spring Harvest/"O There be Kings whose Treasuries"
"O THERE BE KINGS WHOSE TREASURIES"
O there be kings whose treasuries Are rich with pearls and goldAnd silks and bales of cramasy And spices manifold:Gardens they have with marble stairs And streams than life more fair,With roses set and lavender That do enchant the air.
O there be many ships that sail The sea-ways wide and blue,And there be master-mariners To sail them straight and true:And there be many women fair Who watch out anxiously,And are enamoured of the day Their dear ones come from sea:
But riches I can find enow All in a barren land,Where sombre lakes shine wondrously With rocks on either hand:And I can find enow of love Up there, alone, alone,With none beside me save the wind,Nor speech except his moan.
For there far up among the hills The great storms come and goIn a most proud processional Of cloud and rain and snow:There light and darkness only are A changing benisonOf the old gods who wrought the worldAnd shaped the moon and sun.