DURING WIND AND RAIN - William Lisle Bowles Poems


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    They sing their dearest songs--
    He, she, all of them--yea,
    Treble and tenor and bass.
          And one to play;
    With the candles mooning each face....
          Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!

    They clear the creeping moss--
    Elders and juniors--aye,
    Making the pathways neat
          And the garden gay;
    And they build a shady seat....
          Ah, no; the years, the years;
See, the white stormbirds wing across!

    They are blithely breakfasting all--
    Men and maidens--yea,
    Under the summer tree,
          With a glimpse of the bay,
    While pet fowl come to the knee....
          Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ripped from the wall.

    They change to a high new house,
    He, she, all of them--aye,
    Clocks and carpets and chairs
          On the lawn all day,
    And brightest things that are theirs....
          Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the raindrop plows.