Deep in a drafty orchard just in shoot, A-shivering as the light wind laugh'd and sped, A soft-limb'd stripling wept and shrill'd his flute, With daffodils bound doubly round his head, "@3Why then so woebegone, fair friend?@1" I said, "@3Now every man some maiden finds to suit. "Come, learn a strain more gaily gamuted, "And don some flower can bring forth likelier fruit.@1" "@3Not so,@1" quoth he. @3"Love came in lady's guise, "Crimson with sweet intent, and piled our bed; "And when I drew her t'wards it in love's-wise, "Love laugh'd and spann'd his flaming wings and fled.@1 "@3Deceived in Love himself, all love is vain, "And life undone;@1" -- and here he wept again. |