But when comes Winter With hail and storm, And red fire roaring And ingle warm,Sing first sad going Of friends that part; Then sing glad meeting,And my Love's heart. THE PARADOX OF TIME THE PARADOX OF TIME (A VARIATION ON RONSARD) Le temps s'en va, le temps s'en va, ma dame! Las! le temps non: mais NOUS nous en allons!" TIME goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For Youth were always ours? Time goes, you say?-ah no! Ours is the eyes' deceit Of men whose flying feet Lead through some landscape low; We pass, and think we see The earth's fixed surface flee : Alas, Time stays,-we go! Once in the days of old, Your locks were curling gold, And mine had shamed the crow. Now, in the self-same stage, We've reached the silver age; Time goes, you say?-ah no! Once, when my voice was strong, To praise your "rose" and "snow Alas, Time stays,—we go! See, in what traversed ways, The hopes we used to know; How far, how far, O Sweet, To A GREEK GIRL TO A GREEK GIRL WITH 7ITH breath of thyme and bees that hum, Across the years you seem to come,Across the years with nymph-like head, And wind-blown brows unfilleted; A girlish shape that slips the bud In lines of unspoiled symmetry; A girlish shape that stirs the blood With pulse of Spring, Autonoë! Where'er you pass,-where'er you go, You bring blithe airs where'er you tread,— How sweet with you on some green sod |