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by Edward Fitzgerald

 

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Passions in Poetry Home > All Poems > Classic Poetry > Edward Fitzgerald > The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam of Naishapur The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam of Naishapur
Edward Fitzgerald
Poetry | Biography
The Meadows in Spring
by Edward Fitzgerald

'Tis a dull sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing:
Sighing, oh! sighing.

When such a time cometh,
I do retire
Into and old room
Beside a bright fire:
Oh, pile a bright fire!

And there I sit
Reading old things,
Of knights and lorn damsels,
While the wind sings -
Oh, drearily sings!

I never look out
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast:
Falling, falling!

But close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry -
Gallant chivalry!

Then with an old friend
I talk of our youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish, forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome!

Or to get merry
We sing some old rhyme,
That made the wood ring again
In summertime -
Sweet summertime!

Then go we to smoking,
Silent and snug:
Nought passes between us,
Save a brown jug -
Sometimes!

And sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing the two old friends
So merrily -
So merrily!

And ere to bed
Go we, go we,
Down on the ashes
We kneel on the knee,
Praying together!

Thus, then, live I,
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
By heaven! the bold sun
Is with me in the room
Shining, shining!

Then the clouds part,
Swallow soaring between;
The spring is alive,
And the meadows are green!

I jump up, like mad,
Break the old pipe in twain,
And away to the meadows,
The meadows again!

 

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