HOMAGE.
I.Thereis a light around your headWhich only Saints of God may wear,And all the flowers on which you treadIn pleasaunce more than ours have fed,And supped the essential airWhose summer is a-pulse with music everywhere.II.For you are younger than the mornings areThat in the mountains break;When upland shepherds see their only starPale on the dawn, and makeIn his surcease the hours,The early hours of all their happy circuit take.
I.Thereis a light around your headWhich only Saints of God may wear,And all the flowers on which you treadIn pleasaunce more than ours have fed,And supped the essential airWhose summer is a-pulse with music everywhere.II.For you are younger than the mornings areThat in the mountains break;When upland shepherds see their only starPale on the dawn, and makeIn his surcease the hours,The early hours of all their happy circuit take.
I.
I.
Thereis a light around your headWhich only Saints of God may wear,And all the flowers on which you treadIn pleasaunce more than ours have fed,And supped the essential airWhose summer is a-pulse with music everywhere.
Thereis a light around your head
Which only Saints of God may wear,
And all the flowers on which you tread
In pleasaunce more than ours have fed,
And supped the essential air
Whose summer is a-pulse with music everywhere.
II.
II.
For you are younger than the mornings areThat in the mountains break;When upland shepherds see their only starPale on the dawn, and makeIn his surcease the hours,The early hours of all their happy circuit take.
For you are younger than the mornings are
That in the mountains break;
When upland shepherds see their only star
Pale on the dawn, and make
In his surcease the hours,
The early hours of all their happy circuit take.