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'Tis a dull
sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing:
Sighing, oh!
sighing.When such a time cometh,
I do retire
Into
and old room
Beside a bright fire:
Oh, pile a
bright fire!
And there I sit
Reading old
things,
Of knights and lorn damsels,
While the
wind sings -
Oh, drearily sings!
I never look
out
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast:
Falling, falling!
But close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry -
Gallant
chivalry!
Then with an old friend
I talk of
our youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish,
forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome!
Or to get
merry
We sing some old rhyme,
That made the wood
ring again
In summertime -
Sweet summertime!
Then go we to smoking,
Silent and snug:
Nought
passes between us,
Save a brown jug -
Sometimes!
And sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing the two old friends
So merrily -
So
merrily!
And ere to bed
Go we, go we,
Down
on the ashes
We kneel on the knee,
Praying
together!
Thus, then, live I,
Till, 'mid all
the gloom,
By heaven! the bold sun
Is with me in
the room
Shining, shining!
Then the clouds
part,
Swallow soaring between;
The spring is
alive,
And the meadows are green!
I jump up,
like mad,
Break the old pipe in twain,
And away to
the meadows,
The meadows again!
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