Lamia's Winter-Quarters

by Alfred Austin

Oblivious of life’s load,

Quiet you sleep through all the year,

Young Spring, staid Summer, Autumn sere,

And Winter’s icy goad.

VIII

The swallows, freshly on the wing,

In April’s sun rejoice;

The nightingales unceasing sing;

Yes, Spring brings back the birds of Spring,

But not, alas! your voice.