Give me roses shining silver, 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. |
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Somewhere, deep in my mind, you live; 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. | |
Romaril, o Romaril 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? | |
The Cheshire Cat just comes and goes Vanishing upwards from his toes; Where is he when he's gone?
Look in the forest, and there you'll see | |
O happy, happy day 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. | |
My duck has got his brolley, It's pouring down today - With wellies and with plastic hat He's paddled off to play. | |
See now the cat of golden eye, 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. | |
You stood by the dressmaker's window, 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, | |
Under the weeping willow, by the flowery bank 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
Gone are those years, but flame shall last | |
And I called myself the Dreamer; 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. | |
Nobody knows where Rosie goes 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 | |
And was it the Rose that sang that song, 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, |
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The Vast Almighty Plan Might include A few things you don't like, And not include The things you want... |