Spring Reminiscence
“MY sweet,” you sang, and, “Sweet,” I sang,And sweet we sang together,Glad to be young as the world was young,Two colts too strong for a tether.Shall ever a spring be like that spring,Or apple blossoms as white;Or ever clover smell like the cloverWe lay upon that night?Shall ever your hand lie in my hand,Pulsing to it, I wonder;Or have the gods, being jealous gods,Envied us our thunder?
“MY sweet,” you sang, and, “Sweet,” I sang,And sweet we sang together,Glad to be young as the world was young,Two colts too strong for a tether.Shall ever a spring be like that spring,Or apple blossoms as white;Or ever clover smell like the cloverWe lay upon that night?Shall ever your hand lie in my hand,Pulsing to it, I wonder;Or have the gods, being jealous gods,Envied us our thunder?
“MY sweet,” you sang, and, “Sweet,” I sang,And sweet we sang together,Glad to be young as the world was young,Two colts too strong for a tether.
“MY sweet,” you sang, and, “Sweet,” I sang,
“MY sweet,” you sang, and, “Sweet,” I sang,
And sweet we sang together,
Glad to be young as the world was young,
Two colts too strong for a tether.
Shall ever a spring be like that spring,Or apple blossoms as white;Or ever clover smell like the cloverWe lay upon that night?
Shall ever a spring be like that spring,
Or apple blossoms as white;
Or ever clover smell like the clover
We lay upon that night?
Shall ever your hand lie in my hand,Pulsing to it, I wonder;Or have the gods, being jealous gods,Envied us our thunder?
Shall ever your hand lie in my hand,
Pulsing to it, I wonder;
Or have the gods, being jealous gods,
Envied us our thunder?