BALLADE (DOUBLE REFRAIN) OF YOUTH AND AGE I. M. Thomas Edward Brown (1829-1896) SPRING at her height on a morn at prime, Bells that clash in a gaudy chime, Swords that clatter in onsets tall, The words that ring and the fames that climb- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. Hymnals old in a dusty stall, A bald, blind bird in a crazy cage, These are a type of the world of Age. F Hours that strut as the heirs of time, Songs where the singers their souls sublime- A staff that rests in a nook of wall, Envoy Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl- BALLADE (DOUBLE REFRAIN) OF MIDSUMMER DAYS AND NIGHTS To W. H. WITH a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise, And the winds are one with the clouds and beams- The dusk grows vast; in a purple haze, The wood's green heart is a nest of dreams, There's a music of bells from the trampling teams, Envoy And it's O, for my dear and the charm that stays Midsummer days! Midsummer days! It's O, for my Love and the dark that plightsMidsummer nights! O midsummer nights! BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS I. M. Edward John Henley (1861-1898) WHERE are the passions they essayed, Into the night go one and all. Where are the braveries, fresh or frayed? The youth, the grace, the charm, the glow? |