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And the last cricket's heart is cold and dead; O Joy, where shall we find thee? O Love, where shall we seek? For summer is behind thee, And cold is winter's cheek. Where shall I find me violets in December? O tell me where the wood-thrush sings to-day! Ah! heart, our summer-love dost thou remember Where it lies hidden safe and warm away? When woods once more are ringing With sweet birds on the bough, And brooks once more are singing, Will it be there--thinkst thou? When Autumn came through bannered woodlands sighing, We found a place of moonlight and of tears, And there, with yellow leaves for it to lie in, Left it to dream, watched over by the spheres. It lies like buried treasure Beneath the winter's cold, The love beyond all measure, In heaps of living gold. When April's here, with all her sweet adorning, And all the joys steal back December hid, Shall we not laughing run, some happy morning, And of our treasure lift the leafy lid? Again to find it dreaming, Just as we left it still, Our treasure far out-gleaming Crocus and daffodil. THE NEW HUSBANDMAN Brother that ploughs the furrow I late ploughed, God give thee grace, and fruitful harvesting, Tis fair sweet earth, be it under sun or cloud, And all about it ever the birds sing. Yet do I pray your seed fares not as mine That sowed there stars along with good white grain, But reaped thereof--be better fortune thine-- Nettles and bitter herbs, for all my gain. Inclement seasons and black winds, perchance, Poisoned and soured the fragrant fecund soil, Till I sowed poppies 'gainst remembrance, And took to other furrows my laughing toil. And other men as I that ploughed before Shall watch thy harvest, trusting thou mayst reap Where we have sown, and on your threshing floor Have honest grain within thy barns to keep. PATHS THAT WIND . . . Paths that wind O'er the hills and by the streams I must leave behind-- Dawns and dews and dreams. Trails that go Through the woods and down the slopes To the vale below; Done with fears and hopes, I must wander on Till the purple twilight ends, Where the sun has gone-- Faces, flowers and friends. THE IMMORTAL GODS The gods are there, they hide
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