THE MEADOWS

New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 12016, 19 December 1924, Page 16

THE MEADOWS

AND OLD SONG. ’Tie-a dull sight ' . To see the year dying, When,winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing; . Sighing, O sighing 1 I' never look out Nor attend to the blast; For all to be seen Te the leaves falling fast: Falling, falling I . -But dose to the hearth, Like a cricket, sit 1. Reading of summer " And chivaliy— Gallant chivalry I Then with an old friend I talk of our youth— ' How ’twas gladsome, but often Foolieh, .forsooth: But gladsome, gladsome 1 Oh, to -get merry, We sing some.old rhyme. That made the world ring again In summer time— Sweet summer time 1 . Then go we smoking, Silent and snug: ’ Nought passes between us, Save a brown jug— Sometimes I *•• - e Then, then, live: I Till; ’mid all die gloom, By Heaven I the bold sun Is' with me in the room Shining, shining! Then the clouds part, Swallows soaring .between; The Spring!* alive, And. the meadows are green 1-. I jump up like mad, Break the old pipe in twain, And away to the' meadows The mepdows again! —Edward Fitzgerald.