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We have walked in Love’s land a little way,

We have learnt his lesson a little while,

And shall we not part at the end of day,

With a sigh, a smile?


A little while in the shine of the sun,

We were twined together, joined lips forgot

How the shadows fall when day is done,

And when Love is not.


We have made no vows-there will none be broke,

Our love was free as the wind on the hill,

There was no word said we need wish unspoken,

We have wrought no ill.


So shall we not part at the end of day,

Who have loved and lingered a little while,

Join lips for the last time, go our way,

With a sigh, a smile.


When I go up through the mowing field,

The headless aftermath,

Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,

Half closes the garden path.


And when I come to the garden ground,

The whir of sober birds

Up from the tangle of withered weeds

Is sadder than any words


A tree beside the wall stands bare,

But a leaf that lingered brown,

Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,

Comes softly rattling down.


I end not far from my going forth

By picking the faded blue

Of the last remaining aster flower

To carry again to you.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.


Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:

Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere holly:

Then heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.


Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,

That does not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As a friend remembered not.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

The more we live, more brief appear

Our life’s succeeding stages;

A day to childhood seems a year,

And years like passing ages.


The gladsome current of our youth,

Ere passion yet disorders,

Steals lingering like a river smooth

Along its grassy borders.


But as the careworn cheek grows wan,

And sorrow’s shafts fly thicker,

Ye stars, that measure life to man,

Why seem your courses quicker?


When joys have lost their bloom and breath,

And life itself is vapid,

Why, as we reach the Falls of Death

Feel we its tide more rapid?


It may be strange-ye who would change

Time’s course to slower speeding,

When one by one our friends have gone,

And left our bosoms bleeding?


Heaven gives our years of fading strength

Indemnifying fleetness;

And those of youth, a seeming length,

Proportion’d to their sweetness.

Are not, beyond measure and count,

So hard in the snows my ways?

Aren’t gray empty spaces around?

Isn’t husky the ring of the bells?


And why, every minute and instant,

My heart is divided in two?

I know that she is in distance,

But feel her right near me, too.


Here they are, the snowy clouds,

I can’t take my eyes from all that:

Right now, shall merge our routs

In snows, so white and so dead.


Right now will be silently bound

And newly unbound our sleighs.

We’ll hear the bell’s common sound

In a instant of sadness and pains…


We’d heard…But we’ll not any more

Have meeting in this hazy night…

In the circle of anguish and woe

I wander on my path of blight…


They faded, the last bands of reddish,

Like whispers of prayers in night,

O tale, such seductive and maddish,

What else do you want of this heart?

In midst of waves, there are silver beads

And scraped by time paints of the white enamel…

I so like the morns which autumn breeds,

For their caress, so short and gentle.


And I do like the foam on the shore,

When it again is whitening in mire,

And, greedy, I am hiding here a store

Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire.


But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame,

The same ones as I am, without name and number,

And somebody’s young being – just the same –

Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber.

When you’re up against a trouble,

Meet it squarely, face to face;

Lift your chin and set your shoulders,

Plant your feet and take a brace.

When it’s in vain to try to dodge it,

Do the best that you can do;

You may fail, but you may conquer,

SeeĀ  it through!

Black may be the clouds about you

And your future may seem grim,

But don’t let your nerve desert you;

Keep yourself in fighting trim.

If the worst is bound to happen,

Spite of all that you can do,

Running from it will not save you,

See it through!


Even hope may seem but futile,

When with trouble you’re beset.

But remember you are facing

Just what other men have met.

You may fail, but fall still fighting;

Don’t give up, whate’er you do;

Eyes front, head to the finish.

See it through!

There is a Smile of Love

And there is a Smile of Deceit

And there is a Smile of Smiles

In which these two Smiles meet


And there is a Frown of Hate

And there is a Frown of disdain

And there is a Frown of Frowns

Which you strive to forget in vain


For it sticks in the Heart deep Core

And it sticks in the deep Back bone

And no Smile that ever was smild

But only one Smile alone


That betwixt the Cradle & Grave

It only once Smild can be

But when it once is Smild

Theres an end to all Misery

When the weary night is fled,

And the morning sky is red,

Then my heart doth rise and say,

‘Surely she will come today.’


In the golden blaze of noon,

‘Surely she is coming soon’

In the twilight, ‘Will she come?’

Then my heart with fear is dumb.


When the night wind in the trees

Plays its mournful melodies,

Then I know my trust is vain,

And she will not come again.