The Meadows in Spring

'T IS adull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing : Sighing, oh ! sighing : When such a time cometh, I do retire Into an old room Beside a bright fire : Oh, pile a bright fire! THE MEADOWS IN SPRING And there I sit Reading old things, Of knights and lorn damsels, While the wind sings- Oh, drearily sings ! I never look out Nor attend to the blast; For all to be seen Is the leaves falling fast : Falling, falling! But close at the hearth Like a cricket, sit I, Reading of summer And chivalry- Gallant chivalry! Then with an old friend I talk of our youth- How ' twas gladsome, but often Foolish, forsooth : But gladsome, gladsome! Or to get merry We sing some old rhyme, That made the wood ring again In summer timeSweet summer time! And sometimes a tear Will rise in each eye, Seeing the two old friends So merrilySo merrily ! HIAWATHA'S SAILING And ere to bed Gowe, go we, Down on the ashes Wekneel on the knee, Praying together ! Thus, then, live I, Till, 'mid all the gloom, By heaven! the bold sun Is with me in the room Shining, shining! Then the clouds part, Swallows soaring between; The spring is alive, And the meadows are green, Ijump up like mad, Break the old pipe in twain, And away to the meadows, The meadows again!