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Song NOW the days are brief and drear: Naked lies the new-born Year In his cradle of the snow, And the winds unbridled blow, And the skies hang dark and low, -- For the Summers come and go. Leave the clashing cymbals mute! Pipe no more the happy flute! Sing no more that dancing rhyme Of the rose's harvest-time; -- Sing a requiem, sad and low: For the Summers come and go. Where is Youth? He strayed away Through the meadow-flowers of May. Where is Love? The leaves that fell From his trysting-bower, can tell. Wisdom stays, sedate and slow, And the Summers come and go. Yet a few more years to run, Wheeling round in gloom and sun: Other raptures, other woes, -- Toil alternate with Repose: Then to sleep where daisies grow, While the Summers come and go. Bayard Taylor's other poems: Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): ![]() Количество обращений к стихотворению: 759 |
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