My tryall and araignment at loves second barr

Why did not some when first I undertook
This task of Love again, guive me my book
The crime is not soe hainous to deprive
Me of my clergy, though again I wive:
My years alow it, and those cannot stay
But each reprive's as bad as cast away
I did confess at first, soe hoapt to find
A salm of mercy but the Judg unkind
Turnd me to such a leaf and line in Her
That the Caldayck is a caracter
Of more facilety and th'Arab scrall
When pointed (by much) more methodicall

I.

A LOFT in air the shrill lark sings,
The swallow shakes her twitt'ring wings,
The Morn unveils her radiant eyes,
And opes the portal of the skies,
Arise, my love, my Laura, rise.

II.

The breathing field is rich with sweets,
The eye, the ear, new transport meets,
The still wind, balmy-blowing, sighs,
And Echo sounds, in soft replies,
Arise, my love, my Laura, rise.

III.

The Spring forbids her buds to break,

(Variant)

Song in a play — " Go not to the Wechernyci, Hritz " )

" Go not, I pray thee, to the dance, Hritz!
For there await thee daughters of the witch.

" They burn the straw beneath the bubbling roots —
They'll take your life just when their wish it suits.

" That one with black, black eyes — most potent witch is she;
She knows all roots that grow by river or by tree.

" She knows what each distils — and she loves you!
With envious love she watches what you do. "

In Summer, when the days are long,
The roses and the lilies talk —
Beneath the trees young lovers walk,
And glad birds coo their wooing song.

In Autumn, when the days are brief,
Roses and lilies turn to dust —
Lovers grow old, as all men must,
And birds shun trees that have no leaf.

Then, youth, be glad, in love's brief day!
Pluck life's best blossom while you can —
Time has his will of every man —
From leafless hearts love turns away.

No gaudy Rubens ever dare
With flaunting Genius, rosy Loves,
To crowd the scene, in sunshine's glare,
Exposing her the Muse approves.

Let, chaste Poussin, thy shaded stream
Reflect her pensive, tender air;
Let evening veil, with sober beam,
In bashful night the bashful Fair.

When Love was young, in days of yore,
On bended knee full oft I swore
To him alone I'd homage pay;
I'd love forever and a day,
And love with every day the more.

I sang his praises o'er and o'er;
I conned no missal but his lore —
Oh, but the world and I were gay
When Love was young!

His blazonry the morning bore,
And all the larks that sing and soar
Praised him upon their skyward way
... Ah, happy choir of yesterday,
When Love was young!

Is Love at end? How did he go?
His coming was full sweet, I know;
But when he went he slipped away
And never paused to say good-day —
How could the traitor leave me so?

There's something in the summer, though,
That brings the old time back, and lo!
This phantom that would bar my way
Is dead Love's ghost.

His footfall is as soft as snow,
And in his path the lilies blow;
He quenches the just-kindled ray
With which I fain would light my way,
And bids me newer joys forego,
This tyrant ghost.

O YOU , that dwell where shepherds reign,
Arcadian youths, Arcadian maids,
To pastoral pipe who danc'd the plain;
Why pensive now beneath the shades?

Approach her virgin tomb, they cry,
Behold the verse inscrib'd above,
Once too in Arcady was I, —
Behold what dreams are life and love!

A lecture to be mild in love

Whilst that in bleating flocks of snow
The Dounes are clad the meads below
With various heards all covered be
When from the yoak their necks are free.

And all the fields by Ceres blest
Are turnd to ears that never rest
Each naked wood anew receives
A fresh light canopy of leavs.

Under whose secret brainches quires
Of winged singers stirr up fires
Of action whilst the purling spring
Quenches not, but adds fuelling.

The kisses wanton Zephirs threw
O'th'Corn, o'th'leavs o'th'morning dew

I am Raftery the poet, full of hope and love; my eyes without light, my gentleness without misery. Going west on my journey with the light of my heart; weak and tired to the end of my road. I am now, and my back to a wall, playing music to empty pockets.