Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

. . . some shared writings from Wine Brook Cottage . . .

Thursday, March 16, 2006

An old poem


From the French of Charles d'Orleans.
XV. Century

Gentle Spring ! -- in sunshine clad,
Well doust thou thy power display !
For Winter makes the light heart sad,
And thou, - thou makest the sad heart gay.
He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train,
The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the rain ;
And they shrink away, and they flee in fear,
When thy merry step draws near.

Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old,
Their beards of icicles and snow ;
And the rain, it raineth so fast and so cold,
We must cower over the embers low ;
And, snugly housed from the wind and weather,
Mope like birds that are changing feather.
But the storm retires, and the sky grows clear,
When thy merry step draws near.

Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky
Wrap him round with a mantle of cloud ;
But, Heaven be praised, thy step is nigh ;
Thou tearest away the mournful shroud,
And the earth looks bright, and Winter surly,
Who has toiled for naught both late and early,
Is banished afar by the new-born year,
When thy merry step draws near.


At Friday, March 17, 2006 10:37:00 a.m., Blogger cyndy said...

sometimes, those old poems say it best...beautiful!

At Friday, March 17, 2006 8:11:00 p.m., Blogger Dawn said...

. . . . sometimes they do Cyndy . . sometimes they really do . . . .


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