Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
23
Alone, in toil's surcease,
To feed on love's increase:
It is too cruel thus!
To feed on love's increase:
It is too cruel thus!
Did little Mother chide
Because our sewing dropped
And we sat dreamy-eyed?
Dear Mother, good betide,
The scolding must be stopped.
Because our sewing dropped
And we sat dreamy-eyed?
Dear Mother, good betide,
The scolding must be stopped.
Dear Mother, good and true,
All-loving while you blame,
When spring brings skies of blue
And buds and flowers anew,
I come in with my claim!
All-loving while you blame,
When spring brings skies of blue
And buds and flowers anew,
I come in with my claim!
I claim my Love, my Own,
Yet ever yours the while,
Under whose care hath grown
The sweetest blossom blown
In all our flower-loved isle.
Yet ever yours the while,
Under whose care hath grown
The sweetest blossom blown
In all our flower-loved isle.
The Spring renews its youth
And youth renews its Spring:
Love's wildest dreams are truth,
Magic is sober sooth;
Charm of the Magic Ring!
And youth renews its Spring:
Love's wildest dreams are truth,
Magic is sober sooth;
Charm of the Magic Ring!
