PAGE Now Neptune, joyful of the sacrifice Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing Of the million or two, more or less Oh for the young heart like a fountain playing O jay betide the dear wold mill O Love, what hours were thine and mine O most just Vizier, send away Once Cagn was like a father, kind and good O so drowsy! In a daze Out in the meadows the young grass springs O well for him whose will is strong O where are you going with your love-locks flowing Pale, beyond porch and portal Play then and sing; we too have played Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife. Sad would the salt waves be. So far as I conceive the world's rebuke Take me away, and in the lowest deep 192 5 6 204 53 160 16 178 The lake is calm; and, calm, the skies The morning broke and Spring was there purest. There's one great bunch of stars in heaven There, where the sun shines first The silent Forces of the World The sunrise wakes the lark to sing. The woods decay, the woods decay and fall They are gone—all is still! Foolish heart, dost thou quiver 'Tis merry ov a zummer's day Uprisen from the sea when Cytherea Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity. Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea We wish to declare how the Birds of the air all high In- What time the mighty moon was gathering light Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän When age comes by and lays his frosty hands When I am dead, my dearest When I was dead, my spirit turned When I was young, I said to Sorrow When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces Where the bridge out at Woodley did stride Ye rocky heights of Chios, where the snow |