English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. Song. Бейард Тейлор.

Song

NOW the days are brief and drear:
Naked lies the new-born Year
In his cradle of the snow,
And the winds unbridled blow,
And the skies hang dark and low, --
For the Summers come and go.

Leave the clashing cymbals mute!
Pipe no more the happy flute!
Sing no more that dancing rhyme
Of the rose's harvest-time; --
Sing a requiem, sad and low:
For the Summers come and go.

Where is Youth? He strayed away
Through the meadow-flowers of May.
Where is Love? The leaves that fell
From his trysting-bower, can tell.
Wisdom stays, sedate and slow,
And the Summers come and go.

Yet a few more years to run,
Wheeling round in gloom and sun:
Other raptures, other woes, --
Toil alternate with Repose:
Then to sleep where daisies grow,
While the Summers come and go.

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Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Song (“Rarely, rarely, comest thou”)

Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Song (“Not the soft sighs of vernal gales”)

Charlotte Mew (Шарлотта Мью) Song (“Love love to-day, my dear”)

John Davidson (Джон Дэвидсон) Song (“THE boat is chafing at our long delay”)

Bryan Procter (Брайан Проктер) Song (“Here’s a health to thee, Mary”)

Mary Montagu (Мэри Монтегю) Song (“How happy is the harden’d heart”)

George Etherege (Джордж Этеридж) Song (“LADIES, though to your conquering eyes”)

Mary Chudleigh (Мэри Чадли) Song (“Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?”)

Edgar Poe (Эдгар По) Song (“I saw thee on thy bridal day”) 1827

Aphra Behn (Афра Бен) Song (“O Love! that stronger art than wine”)