Return No More!
Return no more, O splendid sun,
Sweet days come back no more:
Bring back no more the budding hours,
The springtime to my door.
The calling bird, the wakening brook
Make mock upon mine ear:
For she who loved them with me then
Went out with yesteryear.
Fold, fold the year for aye in snows,
Howl, Winter, by my door:
For she, my rose, my bloom of life,
Is snow for evermore.
Sweet days come back no more:
Bring back no more the budding hours,
The springtime to my door.
The calling bird, the wakening brook
Make mock upon mine ear:
For she who loved them with me then
Went out with yesteryear.
Fold, fold the year for aye in snows,
Howl, Winter, by my door:
For she, my rose, my bloom of life,
Is snow for evermore.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.