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THE FOURTH OF AUGUST
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Now senses all are by enchantment laid
In golden sleep beneath a green-gold shade,
Until the hour when twilight's tender gloom
Is starred with flowers of magic faint perfume.
Now passions are forgot, now memory wakes
And out of old delight new vision makes,
While Time moves only where the rose-leaves fall,
And Death's a shade that never moves at all.
[He muses on in silence.]
In golden sleep beneath a green-gold shade,
Until the hour when twilight's tender gloom
Is starred with flowers of magic faint perfume.
Now passions are forgot, now memory wakes
And out of old delight new vision makes,
While Time moves only where the rose-leaves fall,
And Death's a shade that never moves at all.
[He muses on in silence.]
SONG OF THE FLOWER-SPIRITS
Winter's over and Summer's here:
Dance over the fairy ring!
Winter's over and Summer's here,
And the gay birds sing!
Dance over the fairy ring!
Winter's over and Summer's here,
And the gay birds sing!
Roses flourish and roses fall:
Dance over the fairy ring!
Lilies are white and lupins tall,
And the gay birds sing!
Dance over the fairy ring!
Lilies are white and lupins tall,
And the gay birds sing!
What shall we do when Summer's dead?
Wind over the fairy ring!
Then you must sleep in Winter's bed,
And no birds sing!
Wind over the fairy ring!
Then you must sleep in Winter's bed,
And no birds sing!
What shall we do when Winter's done?
Wind over the fairy ring?
Then you must wake and greet the sun,
And the gay birds sing!
Wind over the fairy ring?
Then you must wake and greet the sun,
And the gay birds sing!