I THE lintwhite and the throstlecock Have voices sweet and clear; All in the bloomed May. They from the blosmy brere Call to the fleeting year, If that he would them hear And stay. Alas! that one so beautiful Should have so dull an ear! II Fair year, fair year, thy children call, But thou art deaf as death; All in the bloomed May. When thy light perisheth That from thee issueth, Our life evanisheth: O, stay! Alas! that lips so cruel-dumb Should have so sweet a breath! III Fair year, with brows of royal love Thou comest, as a king, All in the bloomed May. Thy golden largess fling, And longer hear us sing; Though thou art fleet of wing, Yet stay. Alas! that eyes so full of light Should be so wandering! IV Thy locks are all of sunny sheen In rings of gold yronne, All in the bloomed May. We pri'thee pass not on; If thou dost leave the sun, Delight is with thee gone. O, stay! Thou art the fairest of thy feres, We pri'thee pass not on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES REDFIELD FARM, MICHIGAN by HERBERT BUCKLEN BRADY |