2002 NURSE'S SONG. ZHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring and your day are wasted in play, THE SICK ROSE. ROSE, thou art sick! That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, Does thy life destroy. THE ANGEL. DREAMT a dream! What can it mean? And I wept both night and day, So he took his wings, and fled; I dried my tears, and armed my fears Soon my Angel came again; I was armed, he came in vain ; THE TIGER. IGER, tiger, burning bright In what distant deeps or skies And what shoulder and what art What the hammer? what the chain? When the stars threw down their spears, Did he who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, MY PRETTY ROSE TREE. FLOWER was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said "I've a pretty rose tree," And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, AH SUNFLOWER. H Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, THE LILY. HE modest Rose puts forth a thorn, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. |