Show CONSOLATION I Here winds the road all frosty white i The hedges all are silvered new I With frozen dew the woods are white The fields are gray with frozen dew The sun is gold the sky is blue The skylark sings above the furze And nothing charms me here with you Since all my thoughts are hers are hers Our footsteps make a tune to hear As down the frosty road go we The furze is yellow far and near To the blue downs to the blue sea Is it not good to breathe to be On such a winter day as this Yet you find nothing fair to see I For all your thoughts are his are his I Yet see the furze is all ablow And he Is false and shes foresworn And sadly side by side we go And hate the pretty wintry morn Ah why should we be still forlorn Accept the portent of the flowers The roses died ere these were born These and this hour are ours are ours Pall Mall Gazette |