Thou who hast follow'd far with eyes of love The shy and virgin sights of Spring to-day, Sad soul, what dost thou in this happy grove? Hast thou no pipe to touch, no strain to play,...
Over thy head, in joyful wanderings Through heaven's wide spaces, free, Birds fly with music in their wings; And from the blue, rough sea The fishes flash and leap; There is a life of loveliest things...
Now lonely is the wood: No flower now lingers, none! The virgin sisterhood Of roses, all are gone; Now Autumn sheds her latest leaf; And in my heart is grief.
Dearest, that sit'st in dreams, Through the window look, this way. How changed and desolate seems The world, Ida, to-day! Heavy and low the sky is glooming: Winter is coming! ...
'Tis my twentieth year: dim, now, youth stretches behind me; Breaking fresh at my feet, lies, like an ocean, the world. And despised seem, now, those quiet fields I have travell'd:...