Fate in Arcadia, and other poems . SPRING. When quiet walks beneath the treesAnd Spring has found her there, intent On memory of last years bees, That murmured round the June rose scent,Then vanishes pale Discontent, And little birds with star-like eyes On tree-tops peck the pink sunrise. And poor mad Hope forgets her tearsOnly for this that grass is green. And where a daisys face appearsNo more alone her light is children answer all they mean, Helping the flowers to plume the Spring Till the world is a young white bird on wing. 44 Then the dread Angel in the Sun,Leaning above the tos
Fate in Arcadia, and other poems . SPRING. When quiet walks beneath the treesAnd Spring has found her there, intent On memory of last years bees, That murmured round the June rose scent,Then vanishes pale Discontent, And little birds with star-like eyes On tree-tops peck the pink sunrise. And poor mad Hope forgets her tearsOnly for this that grass is green. And where a daisys face appearsNo more alone her light is children answer all they mean, Helping the flowers to plume the Spring Till the world is a young white bird on wing. 44 Then the dread Angel in the Sun,Leaning above the tossing hair Of girls that leap and boys that run,Murmurs aloud, The World is fair !They laugh up answering through the air,— We are the only friends of Spring j Come, you may learn to dance and sing! * =.==.=.=^v. 45 SUMMER. Now Time is moving slowly ; heavy beesAre warm upon his wing, and peace begins,As though Forgiveness upon last years sins Had breathed, and they were lost in the blue seas. The farmer stands half idle and half praying,God has released his partner of the can do no more, and wondering now, Bids the heart ponder what the corn is saying. Time trembles at the madness of the rose,And kneels down silent to the lilys power ;While, in the sudden hush, like one more flower The secrets of Eternity unclose. 46 AUTUMN. Now riotous Autumn sung :— * They say when Earth was young There were two seasons only for mans pleasure; Spring with white gifts, and I of purple treasure. Then, with a sudden frown. She threw an apple down. And said :— I am remembrance of old error ; Share the brief feast, and brood on the long terror.
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