Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Then cut a reed by the river,

Make a song beneath the lime,

And blow with your lips a-quiver,

While your sweetheart carols the rhyme;

The glamour of love, the lyric of life,

The springtime—the springtime.

A SONG.

TO B. W. B.

The world is spinning for change,

And life has rapid wings;