r. f. murray-第12部分

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We　went　to　bed；　but　one　at　least　Went　not　to　sleep　till　the　black　turned　grey；　And　the　sun　rose　up；　and　the　light　increased；　And　the　birds　awoke　to　a　summer　day。

And　sometimes　now；　when　the　nights　are　mild；　And　the　moon　is　away；　and　no　stars　shine；　I　wander　out；　and　I　go　half…wild；　To　think　of　the　kiss　which　was　not　mine。

Let　great　minds　laugh　at　a　grief　so　small；　Let　small　minds　laugh　at　a　fool　so　great。　Kind　maidens；　pity　me；　one　and　all。　Shy　youths；　take　warning　by　this　my　fate。



THE　CAGED　THRUSH



Alas　for　the　bird　who　was　born　to　sing！　They　have　made　him　a　cage；　they　have　clipped　his　wing；　They　have　shut　him　up　in　a　dingy　street；　And　they　praise　his　singing　and　call　it　sweet。　But　his　heart　and　his　song　are　saddened　and　filled　With　the　woods；　and　the　nest　he　never　will　build；　And　the　wild　young　dawn　coming　into　the　tree；　And　the　mate　that　never　his　mate　will　be。　And　day　by　day；　when　his　notes　are　heard　They　freshen　the　streetbut　alas　for　the　bird



MIDNIGHT



The　air　is　dark　and　fragrant　With　memories　of　a　shower；　And　sanctified　with　stillness　By　this　most　holy　hour。

The　leaves　forget　to　whisper　Of　soft　and　secret　things；　And　every　bird　is　silent；　With　folded　eyes　and　wings。

O　blessed　hour　of　midnight；　Of　sleep　and　of　release；　Thou　yieldest　to　the　toiler　The　wages　of　thy　peace。

And　I；　who　have　not　laboured；　Nor　borne　the　heat　of　noon；　Receive　thy　tranquil　quiet　…　An　undeserved　boon。

Yes；　truly　God　is　gracious；　Who　makes　His　sun　to　shine　Upon　the　good　and　evil；　And　idle　lives　like　mine。

Upon　the　just　and　unjust　He　sends　His　rain　to　fall；　And　gives　this　hour　of　blessing　Freely　alike　to　all。



WHERE'S　THE　USE



Oh；　where's　the　use　of　having　gifts　that　can't　be　turned　to　money？　And　where's　the　use　of　singing；　when　there's　no　one　wants　to　hear？　It　may　be　one　or　two　will　say　your　songs　are　sweet　as　honey；　But　where's　the　use　of　honey；　when　the　loaf　of　bread　is　dear？



A　MAY…DAY　MADRIGAL



The　sun　shines　fair　on　Tweedside；　the　river　flowing　bright；　Your　heart　is　full　of　pleasure；　your　eyes　are　full　of　light；　Your　cheeks　are　like　the　morning；　your　pearls　are　like　the　dew；　Or　morning　and　her　dew…drops　are　like　your　pearls　and　you。

Because　you　are　a　princess；　a　princess　of　the　land；　You　will　not　turn　your　lightsome　eyes　a　moment　where　I　stand；　A　poor　unnoticed　poet；　a…making　of　his　rhymes；　But　I　have　found　a　mistress；　more　fair　a　thousand　times。

‘Tis　May；　the　elfish　maiden；　the　daughter　of　the　Spring；　Upon　whose　birthday　morning　the　birds　delight　to　sing。　They　would　not　sing　one　note　for　you；　if　you　should　so　command；　Although　you　are　a　princess；　a　princess　of　the　land。



SONG　IS　NOT　DEAD



Song　is　not　dead；　although　to…day　Men　tell　us　everything　is　said。　There　yet　is　something　left　to　say；　Song　is　not　dead。

While　still　the　evening　sky　is　red；　While　still　the　morning　gold　and　grey；　While　still　the　autumn　leaves　are　shed；

While　still　the　heart　of　youth　is　gay；　And　honour　crowns　the　hoary　head；　While　men　and　women　love　and　pray　Song　is　not　dead。



A　SONG　OF　TRUCE



Till　the　tread　of　marching　feet　Through　the　quiet　grass…grown　street　Of　the　little　town　shall　come；　Soldier；　rest　awhile　at　home。

While　the　banners　idly　hang；　While　the　bugles　do　not　clang；　While　is　hushed　the　clamorous　drum；　Soldier；　rest　awhile　at　home。

In　the　breathing…time　of　Death；　While　the　sword　is　in　its　sheath；　While　the　cannon's　mouth　is　dumb；　Soldier；　rest　awhile　at　home。

Not　too　long　the　rest　shall　be。　Soon　enough；　to　Death　and　thee；　The　assembly　call　shall　come。　Soldier；　rest　awhile　at　home。



ONE　TEAR



Last　night；　when　at　parting　Awhile　we　did　stand；　Suddenly　starting；　There　fell　on　my　hand

Something　that　burned　it；　Something　that　shone　In　the　moon　as　I　turned　it；　And　then　it　was　gone。

One　bright　stray　jewel　…　What　made　it　stray？　Was　I　cold　or　cruel；　At　the　close　of　day？

Oh；　do　not　cry；　lass！　What　is　crying　worth？　There　is　no　lass　like　my　lass　In　the　whole　wide　earth。



A　LOVER'S　CONFESSION



When　people　tell　me　they　have　loved　But　once　in　youth；　I　wonder；　are　they　always　moved　To　speak　the　truth？

Not　that　they　wilfully　deceive：　They　fondly　cherish　A　constancy　which　they　would　grieve　To　think　might　perish。

They　cherish　it　until　they　think　‘Twas　always　theirs。　So；　if　the　truth　they　sometimes　blink；　‘Tis　unawares。

Yet　unawares；　I　must　profess；　They　do　deceive　Themselves；　and　those　who　questionless　Their　tale　believe。

For　I　have　loved；　I　freely　own；　A　score　of　times；　And　woven；　out　of　love　alone；　A　hundred　rhymes。

Boys　will　be　fickle。　　Yet；　when　all　Is　said　and　done；　I　was　not　one　whom　you　could　call　A　flirtnot　one

Of　those　who　into　three　or　four　Their　hearts　divide。　My　queens　came　singly　to　the　door；　Not　side　by　side。

Each；　while　she　reigned；　possessed　alone　My　spirit　loyal；　Then　left　an　undisputed　throne　To　one　more　royal；

To　one　more　fair　in　form　and　face　Sweeter　and　stronger；　Who　filled　the　throne　with　truer　grace；　And　filled　it　longer。

So；　love　by　love；　they　came　and　passed；　These　loves　of　mine；　And　each　one　brighter　than　the　last　Their　lights　did　shine。

Untilbut　am　I　not　too　free；　Most　courteous　stranger；　With　secrets　which　belong　to　me？　There　is　a　danger。

Until；　I　say；　the　perfect　love；　The　last；　the　best；　Like　flame　descending　from　above；　Kindled　my　breast；

Kindled　my　breast　like　ardent　flame；　With　quenchless　glow。　I　knew　not　love　until　it　came；　But　now　I　know。

You　smile。　　The　twenty　loves　before　Were　each　in　turn；　You　say；　the　final　flame　that　o'er　My　soul　should　burn。

Smile　on；　my　friend。　　I　will　not　say　You　have　no　reason；　But　if　the　love　I　feel　to…day　Depart；　‘tis　treason！

If　this　depart；　not　once　again　Will　I　on　paper　Declare　the　loves　that　waste　and　wane；　Like　some　poor　taper。

No；　no！　　This　flame；　I　cannot　doubt；　Despite　your　laughter；　Will　burn　till　Death　shall　put　it　out；　And　may　be　after。



TRAFALGAR　SQUARE



These　verses　have　I　pilfered　like　a　bee　Out　of　a　letter　from　my　C。　C。　C。　In　London；　showing　what　befell　him　there；　With　other　things；　of　interest　to　me。

One　page　described　a　night　in　open　air　He　spent　last　summer　in　Trafalgar　Square；　With　men　and　women　who　by　want　are　driven　Thither　for　lodging；　when　the　nights　are　fair。

No　roof　there　is　between　their　heads　and　heaven；　No　warmth　but　what　by　ragged　clothes　is　given；　No　comfort　but　the　company　of　those　Who　with　despair；　like　them；　have　vainly　striven。

On　benches　there　uneasily　they　doze；　Snatching　brief　morsels　of　a　poor　repose；　And　if　through　weariness　they　might　sleep　sound；　Their　eyes　must　open　almost　ere　they　close。

With　even　tramp　upon　the　paven　ground；　Twice　every　hour　the　night　patrol　comes　round　To　clear　these　wretches　off；　who　may　not　keep　The　miserable　couches　they　have　found。

Yet　the　stern　shepherds　of　the　poor　black　sheep　Will　soften　when　they　see　a　woman　weep。　There　was　a　mother　there　who　strove　in　vain；　With　sobs；　to　hush　a　starving　child　to　sleep。

And　through　the　night　which　took　so　long　to　wane；　He　saw　sad　sufferers　relieving　pain；　And　daughters　of　iniquity　and　scorn　Performing　deeds　which　God　will　not　disdain。

There　was　a　girl；　forlorn　of　the　forlorn；　Whose　dress　was　whi