AN ADIEU
Sorrow, quit me for a while!Wintry days are over;Hope again, with April smile,Violets sows and clover.Pleasure follows in her path,Love itself flies after,And the brook a music hathSweet as childhood’s laughter.Not a bird upon the boughCan repress its rapture,Not a bud that blossoms nowBut doth beauty capture.Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate,Spring cannot regret thee;Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late—I shall not forget thee!Harper’sFlorence Earle Coates
Sorrow, quit me for a while!Wintry days are over;Hope again, with April smile,Violets sows and clover.Pleasure follows in her path,Love itself flies after,And the brook a music hathSweet as childhood’s laughter.Not a bird upon the boughCan repress its rapture,Not a bud that blossoms nowBut doth beauty capture.Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate,Spring cannot regret thee;Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late—I shall not forget thee!Harper’sFlorence Earle Coates
Sorrow, quit me for a while!Wintry days are over;Hope again, with April smile,Violets sows and clover.
Sorrow, quit me for a while!
Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile,
Violets sows and clover.
Pleasure follows in her path,Love itself flies after,And the brook a music hathSweet as childhood’s laughter.
Pleasure follows in her path,
Love itself flies after,
And the brook a music hath
Sweet as childhood’s laughter.
Not a bird upon the boughCan repress its rapture,Not a bud that blossoms nowBut doth beauty capture.
Not a bird upon the bough
Can repress its rapture,
Not a bud that blossoms now
But doth beauty capture.
Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate,Spring cannot regret thee;Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late—I shall not forget thee!
Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate,
Spring cannot regret thee;
Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late—
I shall not forget thee!
Harper’sFlorence Earle Coates