Poems (Ryan)/No More
NO MORE.
From the hillside and through the glen,
Resounds this mournful sigh:
No more will be what once has been,
For winter days are nigh.
The youth that danced 'neath summer skies
Now bears the weight of years,
The splendor of his dark blue eyes
Is dimmed with briny tears.
Resounds this mournful sigh:
No more will be what once has been,
For winter days are nigh.
The youth that danced 'neath summer skies
Now bears the weight of years,
The splendor of his dark blue eyes
Is dimmed with briny tears.
And through fair music's sweetest strain,
Sad discord of "no more"
Orates on the ear, but all in vain
Life's golden hours arc o'er.
No more! the autumn's chilling blast
Speaks to the flowers fair,
No more! the brooks lisp as they pass,
No more! chirp birds in air.
Sad discord of "no more"
Orates on the ear, but all in vain
Life's golden hours arc o'er.
No more! the autumn's chilling blast
Speaks to the flowers fair,
No more! the brooks lisp as they pass,
No more! chirp birds in air.
No more! No more! where'er we be,
We hear this restless sigh;
What once has been, no more can be;
Life's winter days are nigh.
Beyond the sky, in mystic lore
Is sung for evermore;
Still earth and sea echo no more
To Heaven's evermore.
We hear this restless sigh;
What once has been, no more can be;
Life's winter days are nigh.
Beyond the sky, in mystic lore
Is sung for evermore;
Still earth and sea echo no more
To Heaven's evermore.