SORROWING LOVE
Andagain the flowers are comeAnd the light shakes,And no tiny voice is dumb,And a bud breaksOn the humble bush and the proud restless tree.Come with me!Look, this little flower is pink,And this one white.Here’s a pearl cup for your drink,Here’s for your delightA yellow one, sweet with honey,Here’s fairy moneySilver brightScattered over the grassAs we pass.Here’s moss. How the smell of it lingersOn my cold fingers!You shall have no moss. Here’s a frailHyacinth, deathly pale.Not for you, not for you!And the place where they grewYou must promise me not to discover,My sorrowful lover!Shall we never be happy again?Never again play?In vain—in vain!Come away!1919.
Andagain the flowers are comeAnd the light shakes,And no tiny voice is dumb,And a bud breaksOn the humble bush and the proud restless tree.Come with me!Look, this little flower is pink,And this one white.Here’s a pearl cup for your drink,Here’s for your delightA yellow one, sweet with honey,Here’s fairy moneySilver brightScattered over the grassAs we pass.Here’s moss. How the smell of it lingersOn my cold fingers!You shall have no moss. Here’s a frailHyacinth, deathly pale.Not for you, not for you!And the place where they grewYou must promise me not to discover,My sorrowful lover!Shall we never be happy again?Never again play?In vain—in vain!Come away!1919.
Andagain the flowers are comeAnd the light shakes,And no tiny voice is dumb,And a bud breaksOn the humble bush and the proud restless tree.Come with me!
Look, this little flower is pink,And this one white.Here’s a pearl cup for your drink,Here’s for your delightA yellow one, sweet with honey,Here’s fairy moneySilver brightScattered over the grassAs we pass.
Here’s moss. How the smell of it lingersOn my cold fingers!You shall have no moss. Here’s a frailHyacinth, deathly pale.Not for you, not for you!And the place where they grewYou must promise me not to discover,My sorrowful lover!Shall we never be happy again?Never again play?In vain—in vain!Come away!
1919.