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JAMES STEPHENS

b.1882

952                                             The Watcher

A ROSE for a young head,
A ring for a bride,
Joy for the homestead
Clean and wide
   Whos that waiting
   In the rain outside?
A heart for an old friend,
A hand for the new:
Love can to earth lend
Heavens hue
   Whos that standing
   In the silver dew?
A smile for the parting,
A tear as they go,
Gods sweethearting
Ends just so
   Whos that watching
   Where the black winds blow?
He who is waiting
In the rain outside,
He who is standing
Where the dew drops wide,
He who is watching
In the wind must ride
  (Tho the pale hands cling)
  With the rose
  And the ring
  And the bride,
  Must ride
With the red of the rose,
And the gold of the ring,
And the lips and the hair of the bride.

953                                             The Rivals

I HEARD a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didnt listen to him,
For he didnt sing to me!
I didnt listen to him,
For he didnt sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea!
I was singing at the time,
Just as prettily as he!

I was singing all the time,
Just as prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn,
And the wind upon the lea!
So I didnt listen to him,
As he sang upon a tree!

 

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