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