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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the read more
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of read more
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as
there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]
The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
