Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 186 pages of information about Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems.

I feel no spring, while spring is wellnigh blown,
  I find no nest, while nests are in the grove: 
Woe’s me for mine own heart that dwells alone, 10
  My heart that breaketh for a little love. 
    While golden in the sun
    Rivulets rise and run,
While lilies bud, for springtide is begun.

All love, are loved, save only I; their hearts
  Beat warm with love and joy, beat full thereof: 
They cannot guess, who play the pleasant parts,
  My heart is breaking for a little love. 
    While beehives wake and whirr,
    And rabbit thins his fur, 20
In living spring that sets the world astir.

I deck myself with skills and jewelry,
  I plume myself like any mated dove: 
They praise my rustling show, and never see
  My heart is breaking for a little love. 
    While sprouts green lavender
    With rosemary and myrrh,
For in quick spring the sap is all astir.

Perhaps some saints in glory guess the truth,
  Perhaps some angels read it as they move, 30
And cry one to another full of ruth,
  ‘Her heart is breaking for a little love.’ 
    Though other things have birth,
    And leap and sing for mirth,
When springtime wakes and clothes and feeds the earth.

Yet saith a saint:  ‘Take patience for thy scathe;’
  Yet saith an angel:  ’Wait, for thou shalt prove
True best is last, true life is born of death,
  O thou, heart-broken for a little love. 
    Then love shall fill they girth, 40
    And love make fat thy dearth,
When new spring builds new heaven and clean new earth.’


Life is not sweet.  One day it will be sweet
  To shut our eyes and die: 
Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart by
  With flitting butterfly,
Nor grass grow long above our heads and feet,
Nor hear the happy lark that soars sky high,
Nor sigh that spring is fleet and summer fleet,
  Nor mark the waxing wheat,
Nor know who sits in our accustomed seat.

Life is not good.  One day it will be good 10
  To die, then live again;
To sleep meanwhile:  so not to feel the wane
Of shrunk leaves dropping in the wood,
Nor hear the foamy lashing of the main,
Nor mark the blackened bean-fields, nor where stood
  Rich ranks of golden grain
Only dead refuse stubble clothe the plain: 
Asleep from risk, asleep from pain.


Did any bird come flying
  After Adam and Eve,
When the door was shut against them
  And they sat down to grieve?

I think not Eve’s peacock
  Splendid to see,
And I think not Adam’s eagle;
  But a dove may be.

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