Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Song (I have done)

I have done,
Put by the lute;
Songs and singing soon are over,
Soon as airy shades that hover
Up above the purple clover--
I have done, put by the lute.
Once I sang as early thrushes
Sing about the dewy bushes,
Now I’m mute;
I am like a weary linnet,
For my throat has no song in it,
I have had my singing minute.
I have done,
Put by the lute.

1. In Snow-Time
2. An Impromptu
3. The Fifteenth of April
4. To Winter (Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year)
5. The Ideal

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