| Show TIS WINTER YET All ME A Wail from the East I know a time shall be When from each slumbering bough Shall flash on you and me The beautiful young leaves Like glimmering emeralds set In Aprils coronet When the warm south wind shall sough And to the silent eaves The twittering marttlets cling With tidings of spring Ah me tis winter yetI yet-I know a time shall be When for our sweet delight The pretty pageantry Of April shall unfold The herald violet With purple banneret Gay king cups bravely dight In shining cloth of gold And dancing In the breeze Virgin anemones Ah me tis winter yetI yet-I know a time shall be When on my longing ear Your voice a melody Of silver strings shall sound And charm away the fret Your absence doth beget When love shall cast out fear In chains eternal bound And coming to his own Raise in our hearts his throne Ah me tis winter yetI yet-I know a time shall be When all save love shall fail That dim futurity When we dear heart must stand Where life and death are met May there be no regret As down the stream we sail Toward the shadowy land Where crowned with asphodels Springtime forever dwells I Ah me tis winter yet Chambers Journal |
