Once again
a visitor
rises amongst
our shady
lea, a
wayfarer sprung
from a
ceaseless throng:
now accustom
him, ye
maiden with
unborn young.
One so
calm as
to hum
some rosy
melody, whose
uncorrupted harmony
secretly goes
in thru
the eclipsed
valley, which
may not
with it's
abstained motion
befit, but
meditating inertly,
he summons
your sympathy,
so adored,
to reply
kindly to
his
drunken fit.
And when
thy beam
arising
"softly lit"
in pallid
outline,
(for the dawn's coming in celerity,)
the stranger
shall sleep
upon hearing
your rhyme,
choosing a
thorny bed
to rest
his head
with aimless
temerity.
You see,
we receive
them as
our guests
for but
one hour
-no more, no less-
and only
in the
month of
May,
then tug
at their
ears and
hit them
on their
heads,
and send
them on
their way!
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Once again
a visitor
rises amongst
our shady
lea, a
wayfarer sprung
from a
ceaseless throng:
now accustom
him, ye
maiden with
unborn young.
One so
calm as
to hum
some rosy
melody, whose
uncorrupted harmony
secretly goes
in thru
the eclipsed
valley, which
may not
with it's
abstained motion
befit, but
meditating inertly,
he summons
your sympathy,
so adored,
to reply
kindly to
his
drunken fit.
And when
thy beam
arising
"softly lit"
in pallid
outline,
(for the dawn's coming in celerity,)
the stranger
shall sleep
upon hearing
your rhyme,
choosing a
thorny bed
to rest
his head
with aimless
temerity.
You see,
we receive
them as
our guests
for but
one hour
-no more, no less-
and only
in the
month of
May,
then tug
at their
ears and
hit them
on their
heads,
and send
them on
their way!
