The spring, my dear, Is no longer spring. Does the blackbird sing What he sang last year? Are the skies the old Immemorial blue? Or am I, or are you, Grown cold? Though life be change, It is hard to bear When the old sweet air Sounds forced and strange. To be out of tune, Plain You and I . . . It were better to die, And soon!
Spring contrasts
Song Cycle by Frances Allitsen (1848 - 1912)
1. The spring, my dear [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The Nightingale has a lyre of gold [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all of the joy of life, And we in the [mad]1, spring weather, We two have listened till he [sang]2 Our hearts and lips together.
Text Authorship:
- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Parker: "glad"
2 Parker: "sung"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 129