Take heart! (John Liptrot Hatton)
- (Posted 2020-02-06) CPDL #56943:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-02-06). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 96 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Original text and translations
1 All day the stormy wind hath blown
From off the dark and rainy sea,
No bird has by the window flown,
The only song has been the moan,
The wind made in the willow tree.
This is the summer's burial time,
She died when drooped the earliest leaves,
And, cold upon her rosy prime,
Fell down the Autumn's frosty rime.
Yet I am not as one that grieves.
2 For well I know o'er sunny seas
The bluebird waits for April skies;
And at the roots of forest trees
The May flowers sleep, in fragrant ease,
And violets hide their azure eyes,
O thou, by winds of grief o'erblown
Beside some golden summer's bier,
Take heart! thy birds are only flown,
Thy blossoms sleeping tearful sown,
To greet in the immortal year.