THE YELLOW MUSTARD
Oh!ye that prink it to and fro,In pointed flounce and furbelow,What have ye known, what can ye knowThat have not seen the mustard grow?The yellow mustard is no lessThan God’s good gift to loneliness;And he was sent in gorgeous pressTo jangle keys at my distress.I heard the throstle call again,Come hither, Pain! come hither, Pain!Till all my shameless feet were fainTo wander through the summer rain.And far apart from human place,And flaming like a vast disgrace,There struck me blinding in the faceThe livery of the mustard race.To see the yellow mustard growBeyond the town, above, below;Beyond the purple houses, oh!To see the yellow mustard grow!
Oh!ye that prink it to and fro,In pointed flounce and furbelow,What have ye known, what can ye knowThat have not seen the mustard grow?The yellow mustard is no lessThan God’s good gift to loneliness;And he was sent in gorgeous pressTo jangle keys at my distress.I heard the throstle call again,Come hither, Pain! come hither, Pain!Till all my shameless feet were fainTo wander through the summer rain.And far apart from human place,And flaming like a vast disgrace,There struck me blinding in the faceThe livery of the mustard race.To see the yellow mustard growBeyond the town, above, below;Beyond the purple houses, oh!To see the yellow mustard grow!
Oh!ye that prink it to and fro,In pointed flounce and furbelow,What have ye known, what can ye knowThat have not seen the mustard grow?
Oh!ye that prink it to and fro,
In pointed flounce and furbelow,
What have ye known, what can ye know
That have not seen the mustard grow?
The yellow mustard is no lessThan God’s good gift to loneliness;And he was sent in gorgeous pressTo jangle keys at my distress.
The yellow mustard is no less
Than God’s good gift to loneliness;
And he was sent in gorgeous press
To jangle keys at my distress.
I heard the throstle call again,Come hither, Pain! come hither, Pain!Till all my shameless feet were fainTo wander through the summer rain.
I heard the throstle call again,
Come hither, Pain! come hither, Pain!
Till all my shameless feet were fain
To wander through the summer rain.
And far apart from human place,And flaming like a vast disgrace,There struck me blinding in the faceThe livery of the mustard race.
And far apart from human place,
And flaming like a vast disgrace,
There struck me blinding in the face
The livery of the mustard race.
To see the yellow mustard growBeyond the town, above, below;Beyond the purple houses, oh!To see the yellow mustard grow!
To see the yellow mustard grow
Beyond the town, above, below;
Beyond the purple houses, oh!
To see the yellow mustard grow!