Written today, and read today, And stale the news tomorrow!-- Upon the sands I build... I play! I play, and weep in sorrow: "Ah God, dear God! to find cessation From this soul-crushing occupation!...
May has come from out the showers, Sun and splendor in her train. All the grasses and the flowers Waken up to life again. Once again the leaves do show, And the meadow blossoms blow,...