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richard mitchley - december matins by alfred austin كلمات أغنية

“why, on this drear december morn
dost thou, lone misselthrush, rehe_rs_ thy chanting?
the corals have been rifled from the th_rn
the pastures lie undenizened and lorn
and everywhere around there seems a something wanting.”
whereat, as tho’ awondering at my wonder
and brooded somewhere nigh a love_mate nesting
he more loud and longer still
‘gan to tremble and to trill
hеight after height of sound robustly breasting;
as if o’еrhead were heaven of blue, and under
fresh green leaf_ge, and he would
cleave with shafts of hardihood
the mists asunder
only the singer it is foresees
only the poet has the voice foretelling
when the ways harden and the sedge_pools freeze
he hears light_hearted spring upon the breeze
and feels the hawth_rn buds mysteriously swelling
though to the eaves the icicles are clinging
or from the sunward gables dripping, dripping
he with inward gaze beholds
liberated flocks and folds
the runnels leaping, and the young lambs skipping
and dauntless daffodils anew upspringing
so throughout the wintry days
meditates prophetic lays
and keeps on singing
not the full_volumed springtime song
not april’s note with rapture overflowing
melodious cadence, early, late, and long
now low and suing, now serenely strong
but the heart’s intimations musically showing
that love and verse are never out of season
though the winds bl_ster, and the branches splinter
he, through cold and dire distress
companioned by cheerfulness
descries young mayday through the mask of winter
doubt and despair to him were veilëd treason
fashioned never to despond
by foreseeing far beyond
the range of reason
therefore, brave bird, sing on, for some to hear
if faintly, fitfully, and though to_morrow
will be the shortest day of all the year
though fields be flowerless and fallows drear
and earth seems cherishing some secret sorrow
the dawn will come when it anew will glisten
with tears of gladness, glen and dingle waken
winter’s tents be furled and routed
april notes be sung and shouted
over the fleeing host and camp forsaken;
the nightingale ne’er cease, the cuckoo christen
hedgerow posies with its call
and unto glee and madrigal
the whole world listen

- richard mitchley

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