richard mitchley - wilfred owen - elegy in april and september كلمات أغنية

hush, thrush! hush, missen_thrush, i listen…
i heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves
and a low whistle by the water’s brim

still! daffodil! nay, hail me not so gaily,_
your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives
who follow gleams more golden and more slim

look, brook! o run and look, o run!
the vain reeds shook? _ yet search till gray sea heaves
and i will stray among these fields for him

gaze, daisy! stare through haze and glare
and mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves
for my eye withers, and his star wanes dim

close, rose, and droop, heliotrope
and shudder, hope! the shattering winter blows
drop, heliotrope, and close, rose…

mourn, corn, and sigh, rye
men garner you, but youth’s head lies forlorn
sigh, rye, and mourn, corn…

brood, wood, and muse, yews
the ways gods use we have not understood
muse, yews, and brood, wood…

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