Set me sweet violets along my way,And bid the red rose flower, but not too soon.Ah violet, ah rose, why not the two?Why bloom not all fair flowers the whole year through?Why not the two, young violet, ripe rose?Why dies one sweetness when another blows?
Let it be sweet silence’s.We two, heart in heart, alone;Any speech were less.We are weary, even thus,Talk might turn to discontentElse be practised merriment:Earth and sky will speak for usNearer as we meant.We two in the stillness, dear,Fair dreams come without our quest;Not to talk of life is best.Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all…
‘Tis the bird’s trill because the spring is hereAnd spring means trilling on a blossomy bough;‘Tis the spring joy that has no why or how,But sees the sun and hopes not nor can fear–Spring is so sweet and spring seems all the year.Dear voice, the first-come birds but trill as thou.Oh music of my heart,…
