lirik lagu richard mitchley - four songs for four seasons by algernon charles swinburne
rose~red lilies that bloom on the banner;
rose~cheeked gardens that revel in spring;
rose~mouthed acacias that laugh as they climb
like plumes for a queen’s hand fashioned to fan her
with wind more soft than a wild dove’s wing
what do they sing in the spring of their time
if this be the rose that the world hears singing
soft in the soft night, loud in the day
songs for the fireflies to dance as they hear;
if that be the song of the nightingale, springing
forth in the form of a rose in may
what do they say of the way of the year?
what of the way of the world gone maying
what of the work of the buds in the bowers
what of the will of the wind on the wall
fluttering the wall~flowers, sighing and playing
shrinking again as a bird that cowers
thinking of hours when the flowers have to fall?
out of the throats of the loud birds showering
out of the folds where the flag~lilies leap
out of the mouths of the roses stirred
out of the herbs on the walls reflowering
out of the heights where the sheer snows sleep
out of the deep and the steep, one word
one from the lips of the lily~flames leaping
the glad red lilies that burn in our sight
the great live lilies for standard and crown;
one from the steeps where the pines stand sleeping
one from the deep land, one from the height
one from the light and the might of the town
the lowlands laugh with delight of the highlands
whence may winds feed them with balm and breath
from hills that beheld in the years behind
a shape as of one from the blest souls’ islands
made fair by a soul too fair for death
with eyes on the light that should smite them blind
vallombrosa remotely remembers
perchance, what still to us seems so near
that time not darkens it, change not mars
the foot that she knew when her leaves were september’s
the face lift up to the star~blind seer
that saw from his prison arisen his stars
and pisa broods on her dead, not mourning
for love of her loveliness given them in fee;
and prato gleams with the glad monk’s gift
whose hand was there as the hand of morning;
and siena, set in the sand’s red sea
lifts loftier her head than the red sand’s drift
and far to the fair south~westward lightens
girdled and sandalled and plumed with flowers
at sunset over the love~lit lands
the hill~side’s crown where the wild hill brightens
saint fina’s town of the beautiful towers
hailing the sun with a hundred hands
land of us all that have loved thee dearliest
mother of men that were lords of man
whose name in the world’s heart work a spell
my last song’s light, and the star of mine earliest
as we turn from thee, sweet, who wast ours for a span
fare well we may not who say farewell
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