Old Song
Edward FitzGerald
1809 to 1883
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And chivalry—
Shining, shining!
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
I talk of our youth—
Swallows soaring between;
The spring is alive,
Will rise in each eye,
Save a brown jug—
Then the clouds part,
And there I sit
Break the old pipe in twain,
Like a cricket, sit I,
Sometimes!
Then go we smoking,
I jump up like mad,
Thus, then, live I
Then with an old friend
So merrily—
Tis a dull sight
I do retire
To see the year dying,
Down on the ashes
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
And sometimes a tear
Reading of summer
Gallant chivalry!
The meadows again!
How 'twas gladsome, but often
But gladsome, gladsome!
Into an old room
Foolish, forsooth:
Falling, falling!
And the meadows are green!
Is with me in the room
Beside a bright fire:
While the wind sings—
Praying together!
Naught passes between us,
When winter winds
We sing some old rhyme
When such a time cometh
But close at the hearth,
Or, to get merry,
And away to the meadows,
Silent and snug:
Is the leaves falling fast:
We kneel on the knee,
That made the wood ring again
And ere to bed
Seeing the two old friends
Sighing, O sighing!
In summer time—
Reading old things,
O, drearily sings!
Of knights and lorn damsels,
I never look out
Go we, go we,
So merrily!
Set the yellow wood sighing:
Sweet summer time!
O, pile a bright fire!
By Heaven! the bold sun