Fate in Arcadia, and other poems . C3!t^. ^..,.,- FATE IN ARCADIA 3 And dry and light and Winter-like like a love-song better. Lend me nowThat lute awhile. Though I am old I vowI know a younger-hearted tune than Give me Arcadian melody that pours Like Circes wine, or like Medeas make me one of you when it is quaffd. IVoodman sings. When old Time from Summer flying, Turned once more his weary head,He grew young with song and sighing. While she bound his wings year they laugh together;Every year he feels the tether; Every year she, seeming dy
Fate in Arcadia, and other poems . C3!t^. ^..,.,- FATE IN ARCADIA 3 And dry and light and Winter-like like a love-song better. Lend me nowThat lute awhile. Though I am old I vowI know a younger-hearted tune than Give me Arcadian melody that pours Like Circes wine, or like Medeas make me one of you when it is quaffd. IVoodman sings. When old Time from Summer flying, Turned once more his weary head,He grew young with song and sighing. While she bound his wings year they laugh together;Every year he feels the tether; Every year she, seeming asleep on her white bed. Knight. You are a Woodman ? What must be the maids? Have they white arms and bashful hair in braids, And lips that seem to dream the use they knownot. 4 FATE IN ARCADIA And feet that pause in pretty fear, but go not, And wisdom their hearts quiet to defend Till Fate the Master comes, and Love, the Friend ? JVoodman. She may have many joys unknown to are not shameless even in Arcady. Kni
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