The Season

And must I wear a silken life,

Hemmed in by city walls?

And must I give my garden up

For theatres and balls?

Nay, though the cage be made of gold,

‘Tis better to be free;

The green of the green meadows, love,

Is quite enough for me.

I’d rather ramble through the lanes

Than drive about in town;

I’d rather muse or dream than dance,

When the stars are shining down.

I do not care for diamonds, dear,

But I care a deal for flowers;

And thousands are just creeping out

For the sunshine and the showers.

I like to hear the Household band,

But I love the bird-songs best;

And hark! how they are twittering now

Round each half-hidden nest!

The wind is whispering in the leaves,

And the downy bees begin

To hum in the blossoming sycamores,

And the brook is chiming in.

There is such melody in the woods,

Such music in the air!

The streets are full of life and sound,

And yet ’tis silent there.

I like to see the pictures-ay,

But I am hard to please!

I never saw a picture yet

As great and grand as these;

Such tones of colour as transform

The tender green and brown,

When the pink dawn is flushing up,

Or the red sun sinking down;

Such painting as the chestnut bud

Shows in its opening heart;

Such lights as shine ‘twixt earth and sky

When rain-clouds break apart;

Such soft, warm, subtle tints, as lie

In every mossy patch-

On the blue-brown trunks, now filled with life,

And the humble roof of thatch,-

In the purple hollows of the hills,

In the lichen on the wall,

In the orchard and the feathery woods,

And the sun-lit waterfall.

I like my humble country ways,

My simple, early meals;

I like to potter about the yard,

With my chickens at my heels.

I’d rather climb this brambly steep,

Where freshest sea-winds blow,

With my old straw hat hanging down my back.

Than canter along the Row.

To me (it’s vulgar, dear, I know)

No fête is half so gay

As a cricket-match on the village green,

Or a picnic in the hay.

Ah, yes! I’m happier as I am,-

I’m ignorant, you see;

And the life of fashion that you love

Would never do for me.

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Poems in English 

• Владимир Костров – В керосиновой лампе by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Утро в Заборье by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – У них в делах анархия и жуть by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – То в ночи она вспыхнет, как спичка by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Сверстницам by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Старый сюжет by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Срок настал, московская богема by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Смуту и безверье не приемль by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Романс by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Просыпаюсь от сердечной боли by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Поток ушедших лет by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Поплачь, любимая, поплачь by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Полон взгляд тихой боли и страха by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Поэтессе by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Письмо в никуда by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Памяти Николая Анциферова by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Отшумели сады, отзвенела вода by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Новогодняя ночь by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Не трогайте жанр by Поэзия На Русском
• Владимир Костров – Не банкира, не детей Арбата by Поэзия На Русском

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