XXVI
A MAY SONG Weave high, weave low
Thy veil of blossom-snow,
Yet think not so to blind me, gentle May;
Too idly sweet thy wandering breezes blow—
Oh! much I fear, dear May,
Thou wilt not stay.
Thy veil of blossom-snow,
Yet think not so to blind me, gentle May;
Too idly sweet thy wandering breezes blow—
Oh! much I fear, dear May,
Thou wilt not stay.
I've known, ere now,
A fairer one than thou,
Sweeter than winds that 'mid the violets stray:
My heart was like a nest on flowering bough—
Too like, for neither spray
Nor bird would stay.
A fairer one than thou,
Sweeter than winds that 'mid the violets stray:
My heart was like a nest on flowering bough—
Too like, for neither spray
Nor bird would stay.
Before I knew,
The bough was broken in two,
The blossoms withered and bird flew away:
Since then I clasp no hope that is not true
And strong enough alway
With me to stay.
The bough was broken in two,
The blossoms withered and bird flew away:
Since then I clasp no hope that is not true
And strong enough alway
With me to stay.
No longer clings
My heart to dreamful things
That breathe and perish in a blossom's day,
That sing a song or two, then spread their wings.
Oh! well I know, sweet May,
Thou wilt not stay.
My heart to dreamful things
That breathe and perish in a blossom's day,
That sing a song or two, then spread their wings.
Oh! well I know, sweet May,
Thou wilt not stay.