Spring-Time
Where chestnuts overhang the stream
Our boat shall lie; here may we dream
An hour away, and Care may wait.
Ah! sweet —
Ah! sweet
Thus for one hour to deviate
From the rude pathway marked by Fate.
Our home is here: the skylark flings
His music down, and tiniest things
Beat the still air with labouring wings.
Ah! sweet the odours,
Sweet the song;
Sweet to forget, these scenes among,
The jarring discords of the throng.
Now glide we onward ever slow,
And now, in the opal afterglow,
Listen, a voice sings clear and low.
Ah! sweet the singer;
Sweet the strain!
Ah when, ah when, tired heart and brain,
Will that song gladden thee again?
~~
Ernest Radford (1857-1919)
from Old and New: A collection of poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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