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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• Владимир Высоцкий – Расскажи, дорогой by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Это вовсе не френч-канкан by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Величальная отцу by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Студенческая песня by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Вани перед студентами by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Грустная песня о Ванечке by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Свадебная by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Солдат и привидение by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Серенада Соловья-разбойника by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Песня солдата на часах by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Марии by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Куплеты нечистой силы by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Иван да Марья by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Заключительная песня Кэрролла by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Странные скачки by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Шляпник by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Про королевское шествие by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Попугая by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о планах by Владимир Высоцкий
• Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Лягушонка by Владимир Высоцкий

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