FOR AYE AND AYE.
O jeweled day, so fairly set
Within the seasons' golden clasping,
O sapphire seas, that toss and fret
The yellow sands with eager grasping,—
O warm, sweet air that comes and goes
With musky breath of pink and rose,
When night shall hang her lamps on high
Will you be gone for aye and aye?
Within the seasons' golden clasping,
O sapphire seas, that toss and fret
The yellow sands with eager grasping,—
O warm, sweet air that comes and goes
With musky breath of pink and rose,
When night shall hang her lamps on high
Will you be gone for aye and aye?
Fair earth, in all the happy prime
Of nodding blooms that deck the meadow,
And tangled boughs that creep and climb
In dim green aisles of sun and shadow,
Bright wings that flutter as ye pass
In tuneful flight above the grass,
When the swift summer hastens by
Will ye be dimmed for aye and aye?
Of nodding blooms that deck the meadow,
And tangled boughs that creep and climb
In dim green aisles of sun and shadow,
Bright wings that flutter as ye pass
In tuneful flight above the grass,
When the swift summer hastens by
Will ye be dimmed for aye and aye?
Deep, murmurous calms that brood and sweep
As if the earth in tranquil seeming
As if the earth in tranquil seeming
