Eugene Field (2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)
In The Springtime
'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea;
The breezes, loitering kindly over
The fields, again bring herds and men
The grateful cheer of honeyed clover.
Now Venus hither leads her train;
The Nymphs and Graces join in orgies;
The moon is bright, and by her light
Old Vulcan kindles up his forges.
Bind myrtle now about your brow,
And weave fair flowers in maiden tresses;
Appease god Pan, who, kind to man,
Our fleeting life with affluence blesses;
But let the changing seasons mind us,
That Death's the certain doom of mortals,--
Grim Death, who waits at humble gates,
And likewise stalks through kingly portals.
Soon, Sestius, shall Plutonian shades
Enfold you with their hideous seemings;
Then love and mirth and joys of earth
Shall fade away like fevered dreamings.
Eugene Field's Other Poems
- "lollyby, lolly, lollyby"
- A Chaucerian Paraphrase of Horace
- A Democratic Hymn
- A Dream Of Sunshine
- A drinking song
- A Fickle Woman
- A heine love song
- A Lullaby
- A paraphrase
- A Paraphrase Of Heine
- A Paraphrase, By Chaucer
- A Paraphrase, By Dr. I.W.
- A Paraphrase, Circa 1715
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