Southern garland . s yet brave ? Had he mistress, child, or friend To sow^ green grass upon his grave ? Nay, we know^ not—it is longSince he tired of Lifes deceits. Closed his ears to sigh and with this book, Joblt KcatS, Year by year the Poet thrives; Summer smiles and w^inter weeps;La Belle Dame Sans Merci lives. But a heart that loved her sleeps. Who would woeful go to missRoses red in thorns arrayed. When he might with surer blissLove a milkwhite Devon maid ? Che Beauty kindles mans desire, Hidden Beauty fades and groweth faint; CidC. But the girls who never tire Are the girls
Southern garland . s yet brave ? Had he mistress, child, or friend To sow^ green grass upon his grave ? Nay, we know^ not—it is longSince he tired of Lifes deceits. Closed his ears to sigh and with this book, Joblt KcatS, Year by year the Poet thrives; Summer smiles and w^inter weeps;La Belle Dame Sans Merci lives. But a heart that loved her sleeps. Who would woeful go to missRoses red in thorns arrayed. When he might with surer blissLove a milkwhite Devon maid ? Che Beauty kindles mans desire, Hidden Beauty fades and groweth faint; CidC. But the girls who never tire Are the girls that poets paint. When the moon has taken -wingsAnd the twilight hour is come, Grey the woods, and no bird sings:Grey the world beyond, and dumb : Neither light is there nor breeze,Rose to redden, thorn to pain; Till, look! look ! Among the trees,A sudden bird! a scarlet stain! So he tired of Fates defeats. Lifes dead trees and woodlands grim, Till sudden-sweet a song of KeatsMade life a red rose bower for him* ^. A GREY DAY. tfte „ , bidden HE long still day is ending rid* In hollow and on height,The lighthouse seaward sendingWhite rays of steady light: A little cloud is leading A great cloud west by north; Woe waits on ships unheedingThat blindly venture forth . . All day the sea, low like one who ails, While spectre hands were weavingA veil oer distant sails. All day with drooping featherAnd wings devoid of gleam. The sea-birds grouped togetherForbore to wheel and scream. Salt-arms and river-reachesWere glazed and leaden-hued, And haunting sodden beachesWent grey-haired Solitude. The dead leaves in the forestSank earthward all aswoon. The green marsh-frogs that chorusedHad taen a sadder tune. Lost loves and sins long hidden,Through some unguarded gate, Entered the soul unbiddenAnd made men desolate. ^1)^ And fears beset the fearless, fiiddcn And laughs were stayed to sigh, CidC. And eyes long dry and tearless Grew^ moist, and none knew why. Gleamed re
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