Lyrics of Earth

<h2><SPAN name="IN_MAY" id="IN_MAY"></SPAN>IN MAY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Grief was my master yesternight;<br/></span> <span class="i4">To-morrow I may grieve again;<br/></span> <span class="i4">But now along the windy plain<br/></span> <span class="i6">The clouds have taken flight.</span><br/></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span><span class="i0">The sowers in the furrows go;<br/></span> <span class="i4">The lusty river brimmeth on;<br/></span> <span class="i4">The curtains from the hills are gone;<br/></span> <span class="i6">The leaves are out; and lo,<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The silvery distance of the day,<br/></span> <span class="i4">The light horizons, and between<br/></span> <span class="i4">The glory of the perfect green,<br/></span> <span class="i6">The tumult of the May.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The bobolinks at noonday sing<br/></span> <span class="i4">More softly than the softest flute,<br/></span> <span class="i4">And lightlier than the lightest lute<br/></span> <span class="i6">Their fairy tambours ring.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The roads far off are towered with dust;<br/></span> <span class="i4">The cherry-blooms are swept and thinned;<br/></span> <span class="i4">In yonder swaying elms the wind<br/></span> <span class="i6">Is charging gust on gust.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But here there is no stir at all;<br/></span> <span class="i4">The ministers of sun and shadow<br/></span> <span class="i4">Horde all the perfumes of the meadow<br/></span> <span class="i6">Behind a grassy wall.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">An infant rivulet wind-free<br/></span> <span class="i4">Adown the guarded hollow sets,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Over whose brink the violets<br/></span> <span class="i6">Are nodding peacefully.</span><br/></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span><span class="i0">From pool to pool it prattles by;<br/></span> <span class="i4">The flashing swallows dip and pass,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Above the tufted marish grass,<br/></span> <span class="i6">And here at rest am I.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I care not for the old distress,<br/></span> <span class="i4">Nor if to-morrow bid me moan;<br/></span> <span class="i4">To-day is mine, and I have known<br/></span> <span class="i6">An hour of blessedness.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />