The burden of sad sayings. In that day Thou shalt tell all thy days and hours, and tell Thy times and ways and words of love, and say How one was dear and one desirable, And sweet was life to hear and sweet to smell, But now with lights reverse the old hours retire And the last hour is shod with fire from hell. This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of four seasons. Rain in spring, White rain and wind among the tender trees; A summer of green sorrows gathering, Rank autumn in a mist of miseries, With sad face set towards the year, that sees The charred ash drop out of the dropping руге, And winter wan with many maladies; This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of dead faces. Out of sight And out of love, beyond the reach of hands, Changed in the changing of the dark and light, They walk and weep about the barren lands Where no seed is nor any garner stands, Where in short breaths the doubtful days respire, And time's turned glass lets through the sighing sands; This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of much gladness. Life and lust [light; Forsake thee, and the face of thy deAnd underfoot the heavy hour strews All things but one. In many a tender wheaten plot Live, and old suns revive; but not By this white wandering waste of sea, One face shall never turn to me Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be pressed Upon my hair, Blind buds that snows have shaken, We are not sure of sorrow, Time stoops to no man's lure; From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, That no life lives for ever; |