IV T is the season now to go I country high and low, Among the lilacs hand in hand, The brooding boy, the sighing maid, Now meet along the hazel'd brook A year ago, and blithely paired, Their rough-and-tumble play they shared; They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried, A year ago at Eastertide. With bursting heart, with fiery face, She strove against him in the race; He unabashed her garter saw, That now would touch her skirts with awe. Now by the stile ablaze she stops, IT IS THE SEASON NOW And he to her a hero is And sweeter she than primroses; Now when they sever wedded hands, Joy trembles in their bosom-strands, And lovely laughter leaps and falls Upon their lips in madrigals. V THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL NAKED house, a naked moor, A shivering pool before the door, Yet shall your ragged moor receive And oft the morning muser see THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL And every fairy wheel and thread VI A VISIT FROM THE SEA AR from the loud sea beaches FAR Where he goes fishing and crying, Here in the inland garden Why is the sea-gull flying? Here are no fish to dive for; Here is the corn and lea; Fresh is the river water And quiet among the rushes; This is no home for the sea-gull But for the rooks and thrushes. Pity the bird that has wandered! Let him come here no more! High on the sea-cliff ledges The white gulls are trooping and crying, Here among rooks and roses, Why is the sea-gull flying? |