daffodils of beaten gold,
Spread in my sight, bedecked with dew
of dawn, the turquoise violets.
Here let the diamond hyacinth rise,
Here petunias emerald glow,
And in the cobalt shining grass
The opal poppies glistening grow.
You smile; you kiss me; you throw your arms
Round my neck.
Deep in my mind
Where I am still young
You live with me
For ever eighteen.
Where then is Suldarilu?
Romaril, o Romaril
Where then is love?
Past the Three Stones of Krantsir
In the Forest of Kral,
Past the Cold Fortress of the North.
Romaril, where is your love?
Suldarilu waits for you;
Do you then fear to seek her?
Vanishing upwards from his toes;
Where is he when he's gone?
Look in the forest, and there you'll see
The Cheshire Cat, with cup of tea,
Offering a stick of rock
To that tiresome Jabberwock.
For they're taking me away
And I wonder why they never came before;
See the cloudy butterflies
Forming camels in the skies
And munching plastic doughnuts by the score.
It's pouring down today -
With wellies and with plastic hat
He's paddled off to play.
The lark of sparkling rainbow hue,
The shining elephant of gold,
The rose so bright of crystal dew.
Now laughs the cat of golden eye,
Now sings the lark of rainbow hue,
And see the golden elephant dance
Cautiously round the rose of dew.
And showed me the ones you desired;
I paid for the ones you requested
And even more you I admired.
Then, after the ball was over,
At twelve you disappeared;
They all swore they hadn't seen you
And I stood quite confused as they sneered.
I find now you never existed,
That I alone thought you were there,
And where are all the dresses?
The whole lot whisked off in thin air.
So I sit and muse and remember,
For you are alive to me still,
That although you never existed
I've still got the flaming bill..
Glides on our boat along the glistening stream;
Ripple of oar and hand outstretching fingers,
Rustle of tree, murmur of stream, the chirp
Of birds - all around, - and you,
The jewel made for this so lovely setting.
A mystery, far-gazing look in eye,
Hand resting, hair flowing free,
Nature at your feet.
Deep in the rosy crystal of the past
Rest unforgotten, as you were that day,
Rest loving and well-loved. What world
There might have been is also there
In glance enshrined. Summer sun
That love-warmed day warms on in memory.
Gone are those years, but flame shall last
The glow of such a well-loved past..
Where then are the dreams?
Where is the blue of the sky,
The green of the field,
Where is the sun that warmed?
Rose scarlet that bloomed
In rich meadow emerald
Grey weed
In rusty balding plain.
Where then the lively step,
Strong, silent certainty,
Firmly sure that all is perfect?
And she is sweet, beautiful.
Once I would have dreamed,
Once I could have hoped,
Once no; no more;
Cold blasting commonsense
Freezes lush warm dream.
I cannot dream again, I am awake;
The dream ends, and my heart is cold.
When she goes out to play;
Nobody knows where she likes to go
And where she likes to stay.
But Rosie knows where Rosie goes
When she goes out to play,
And she won't tell where she likes to go
And where she hunts all day.
And was it the Blackbird that echoed the tune;
Far lies the land in the setting sun
Where that lilting melody could bloom.
Here stands the Oak that ever laughed,
And here the willow which never cried
Deep in the meadow where the Blackbird sings
Above the Rose which never died.
Might include
A few things you don't like,
And not include
The things you want...
