Poems (Tynan)/In May
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IN MAY
Thrushes in twilight green Sing from a leafy screen; The linnet and the lark, Only in deepest dark, Sleep the still hours away Betwixt the day and day.
The blackbird calls and calls Through quiet evenfalls, Breaking the heart to know Such songs must pass, must go, Such beauty die, alas, Beauty of things that pass!
Just for a day, an hour,Such green in bush and bower. Airy as things with wings Mortal, immortal things,Dearer because, alas,Their hour runs in the glass!
Good-bye, ah, sweetest sweeting,Pouring that heavenly greeting! Music to-night, to-morrow The world is old for sorrow. Even as you sing you fly. Beauty, good-night, good-bye.