Old Song
Edward FitzGerald
1809 to 1883
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Sighing, O sighing!
But close at the hearth,
I jump up like mad,
Silent and snug:
I never look out
When winter winds
I do retire
The meadows again!
Is with me in the room
And there I sit
Praying together!
Thus, then, live I
Sweet summer time!
That made the wood ring again
Like a cricket, sit I,
Gallant chivalry!
Sometimes!
Then go we smoking,
Down on the ashes
Into an old room
Then the clouds part,
Set the yellow wood sighing:
Nor attend to the blast;
Shining, shining!
Go we, go we,
Foolish, forsooth:
And away to the meadows,
Save a brown jug—
Break the old pipe in twain,
Reading old things,
So merrily!
Falling, falling!
While the wind sings—
When such a time cometh
And ere to bed
Or, to get merry,
Reading of summer
How 'twas gladsome, but often
So merrily—
To see the year dying,
I talk of our youth—
The spring is alive,
Will rise in each eye,
O, pile a bright fire!
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
In summer time—
Tis a dull sight
And chivalry—
Of knights and lorn damsels,
Beside a bright fire:
Then with an old friend
But gladsome, gladsome!
Swallows soaring between;
For all to be seen
We sing some old rhyme
By Heaven! the bold sun
O, drearily sings!
We kneel on the knee,
Is the leaves falling fast:
And sometimes a tear
Naught passes between us,
Seeing the two old friends
And the meadows are green!