Old Song
Edward FitzGerald
1809 to 1883
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So merrily—
Shining, shining!
Sweet summer time!
We kneel on the knee,
And sometimes a tear
Swallows soaring between;
The meadows again!
When such a time cometh
Gallant chivalry!
To see the year dying,
Set the yellow wood sighing:
And the meadows are green!
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Of knights and lorn damsels,
The spring is alive,
O, pile a bright fire!
Praying together!
Nor attend to the blast;
I jump up like mad,
Reading old things,
Is the leaves falling fast:
Down on the ashes
And away to the meadows,
I never look out
Then go we smoking,
Save a brown jug—
And ere to bed
In summer time—
I talk of our youth—
Like a cricket, sit I,
Beside a bright fire:
We sing some old rhyme
Break the old pipe in twain,
Foolish, forsooth:
Or, to get merry,
Sometimes!
And there I sit
And chivalry—
I do retire
That made the wood ring again
Sighing, O sighing!
Into an old room
When winter winds
Will rise in each eye,
But gladsome, gladsome!
Naught passes between us,
By Heaven! the bold sun
So merrily!
Thus, then, live I
Silent and snug:
Tis a dull sight
O, drearily sings!
While the wind sings—
Then the clouds part,
Seeing the two old friends
For all to be seen
Falling, falling!
Then with an old friend
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
Reading of summer
But close at the hearth,
Is with me in the room
Go we, go we,