So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. |
Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray. |
That discipline which corrects the eagerness of worldly passions, which fortifies the heart with virtuous principles, which enlightens the mind with useful knowledge, and furnishes to it matter of enjoyment from within itself, is of more consequence to real felicity than all the provisions which we can make of the goods of fortune. |
The day begins to droop, - / Its course is done: / But nothing tells the place / Of the setting sun. |
The hill pines were sighing, / O'ercast and chill was the day: / A mist in the valley lying / Blotted the pleasant May. |
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast. |
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where. |
When Death to either shall come -- I pray it be first to me. |
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master. |
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, / In large white flakes falling on the city brown, / Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, / Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town. |
Wherefore to-night so full of care, / My soul, revolving hopeless strife? |
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, / Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West. |