Süß gereimtes Maigedicht!
Blühend Herz! Maigemüt,
Das in Glanz und Duft erblüht!
Freundlich Kind, lieb Gesicht!
Wer schaut dich und liebt dich nicht?
Maigedicht, Gottes Wort,
Ewig blüh' und töne fort! (S. 33)
Die Wiese liegt golden geschmückt,
die Schwalben, die Lerchen sind wach.
Und über den plaudernden Bach
stehn lachende Mädchen gebückt.
Wie duften der Wald und der Wind,
die Nüsse, die Küsse, der Wein.
Die singende Mutter wiegt ein
ihr holdes ihr goldenes Kind.
Das...
The golden-robin came to build his nest
High in the elm-tree’s ever-nodding crest;
All the long day, upon his task intent,
Backward and forward busily he went,
Gathering from far and near the tiny shreds
That birdies weave for little birdies’ beds;
Now bits of grass, now bits of vagrant string,
And now some queerer, dearer sort of thing...
This world was not
As it now is seen:
It once was clothed
With a deeper green;
And rarer gems
Than the ice-caves hold
The sea brought up
On the sands of gold.
But rust of ages,
The breath of Time,
The meadows covered
With early rime;
And the wild grass faded,
The gems were...
From the Greek by Andrew Lang
AH, Golden Eyes, to win you yet,
I bring mine April coronet,
The lovely blossoms of the spring,
For you I weave, to you I bring:
These roses with the lilies wet,
The dewy dark-eyed violet,
Narcissus, and the wind-flower wet.
Wilt thou disdain mine offering,
Ah, Golden Eyes?
...
O Love, whose patient pilgrim feet
Life’s longest path have trod,
Whose ministry hath symbolled sweet
The dearer love of God,—
The sacred myrtle wreathes again
Thine altar, as of old;
And what was green with summer then,
Is mellowed, now, to gold.
Not now, as then, the Future’s face
Is flushed with fancy’s...
* * *
He has observd the Golden Rule
Till hes become the Golden Fool[3]
* * *
I give you the end of a golden string[3]
Only wind it into a ball
It will lead you in at Heavens gate
Built in Jerusalems wall
I had a guinea golden —
I lost it in the sand —
And tho' the sum was simple
And pounds were in the land —
Still, had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye —
That when I could not find it —
I sat me down to sigh.
I had a crimson Robin —
Who sang full many a day...
* * *
You all your Youth observed the Golden Rule
Till youre at last become the golden Fool
I sport with Fortune Merry Blithe & Gay
Like to the Lion Sporting with his Prey
5 Take you the hide &...
