A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring
We sat under an old thorn-tree / And talked away the night,
We sat under an old thorn-tree / And talked away the night,
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; / Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man;
THE moments passed as at a play; / I had the wisdom love brings forth;
BID a strong ghost stand at the head / That my Michael may sleep sound,
GOD grant a blessing on this tower and cottage / And on my heirs, if all remain unspoiled,
I THOUGHT no more was needed / Youth to polong
I CALL on those that call me son, / Grandson, or great-grandson,
'NEVER shall a young man, / Thrown into despair
I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, / Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, / For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
My love, we will go, we will go, I and you, / And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;
As I came over Windy Gap / They threw a halfpenny into my cap.
O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; / Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
THE fascination of what's difficult / Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow / Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
ALTHOUGH I can see him still. / The freckled man who goes
ONE that is ever kind said yesterday: / 'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
O WHAT has made that sudden noise? / What on the threshold stands?
HURRAH for revolution and more cannon-shot! / A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot.
'CALL down the hawk from the air; / Let him be hooded or caged