And when I see that lock of gold, Pale grows the evening-red; And when the dark lock I behold, I wish that I were dead. IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY. NO HAY PÁJAROS EN LOS NIDOS DE ANTAÑO. THE sun is bright, — the air is clear, So blue yon winding river flows, All things are new; - the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest beneath the eaves; There are no birds in last year's nest! All things rejoice in youth and love, And learn from the soft heavens above Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest ; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest ! 1 THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; And the days are dark and dreary. |