April Twilights

Contents:"Grandmither, Think Not I Forget"In Rose TimeAsphodelMills of MontmartreArcadian WinterThe Hawthorn TreeSleep, Minstrel, SleepFides, SpesThe TavernIn Media VitaAntinousParadoxProvençal LegendWinter at DelphiOn CyndusThe NamesakeLament for MarsyasWhite Birch in WyomingI Sought the Wood in WinterEvening SongEurydiceThe EncoreLondon RosesThe Night ExpressPrairie DawnAftermathThine AdvocatePoppies on Ludlow CastleSonnetThou Art the PearlFrom the ValleyI Have No House For Love to Shelter HimThe Poor MinstrelParisSongL'envoi***IN ROSE TIMEOh this is the joy of the rose; That it blows, And goes.Winter lasts a five-month Spring-time stays but one;Yellow blow the rye-fields When the rose is done.Pines are clad at Yuletide When the birch is bare,And the holly's greenest In the frosty air.Sorrow keeps a stone house Builded grim and gray;Pleasure hath a straw thatch Hung with lanterns gay.On her petty savings Niggard Prudence thrives;Passion, ere the moonset, Bleeds a thousand lives.Virtue hath a warm hearth— Folly's dead and drowned;Friendship hath her own when Love is underground.Ah! for me the madness Of the spendthrift flower,Burning myriad sunsets In a single hour.For this is the joy of the rose; That it blows, And goes.