Show SPRINGTIME You cannot hear the waters for the wind The brook that foams and falls and bubbles by Hath ost Its voicebut ancient steeples slpi And belfries moanand crazy ghosts con find In dark courts weep and shake the shuddering shud-dering gates And cry front points of windy pinnacles Howl thro the bars and plain among the bells And she and wall like voices of the Faes And who is he that down the mountain side Swift as a shadow flying from the sun ueiwejn me wings 01 stormy wInos no in run With fierce blue eyes and eyebrows knit with pride Tho now and then I see sweet laughters play Upon his lips like moments of bright hesiven Thron twixt the cruel blasts of morn and even And golden locks beneath his hood of grey Sometimes he tiics him back to wave farewell iTo i-To his pale sire with icy beard and hair Sometimes he sends before him thro the air A cry of welcome dpwn afeunny dell And wiile the echoes are around him ringing Sudden the angry windbreathes low and sw3Ct I Yoiint violets show their blue eyes at his feet And the wild lark is heard above him singing Frederick Tennyson I |