Decay (7)

Aye Poesy hath passed away
& Fancys visions undeceive us
The night hath ta'en the place of day
& why should passing shadows grieve us
I thought the flowers upon the hills
Were flowers from Adams open gardens
But I have had my summer thrills
& I have had my hearts rewardings
So Poesy is on the wane
I hardly know her face again

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Decay (6)

Mere withered stalks & fading trees
& pastures spread with hills & rushes
Are all my fading vision sees
Gone gone are raptures flooding gushes
When mushrooms they were fairy bowers
Their marble pillars overswelling
& Danger paused to pluck the flowers
That in their swarthy rings were dwelling
Yes Poesy is on the wane
Nor joy nor fear is mine again

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Decay (5)

Loves sun went down without a frown
For very joy it used to grieve us
I often think the West is gone
Ah cruel Time to undeceive us
The stream it is a common stream
Where we on Sundays used to ramble
The sky hangs oer a broken dream
The brambles dwindled to a bramble
O Poesy is on the wane
I cannot find her haunts again

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Decay (4)

The sun those mornings used to find
Its clouds were other-country mountains
& heaven looked downward on the mind
Like groves & rocks & mottled fountains
Those heavens are gone the mountains grey
Turned mist--the sun a homeless ranger
Pursues alone his naked way
Unnoticed like a very stranger
O Poesy is on the wane
Nor love nor joy is mine again

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Decay (3)

I sat beside the pasture stream
When Beautys self was sitting by
The fields did more than Eden seem
Nor could I tell the reason why
I often drank when not adry
To pledge her health in draughts divine
Smiles made it nectar from the sky
Love turned een water into wine
O Poesy is on the wane
I cannot find her face again

Image by my friend #JackBodimead

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Decay (2)

The bank with brambles overspread
& little molehills round about it
Was more to me than laurel shades
With paths of gravel finely clouted
& streaking here & streaking there
Through shaven grass & many a border
With rutty lanes had no compare
& heaths were in a richer order
But Poesy is on the wane
I hardly know her face again

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Decay (1)

O Poesy is on the wane
For Fancys visions all unfitting
I hardly know her face again
Nature herself seems on the flitting
The fields grow old & common things
The grass the sky the winds a-blowing
& spots where still a beauty clings
Are sighing "going all a-going”
O Poesy is on the wane
I hardly know her face again

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