Why should I grow old and gray,
The twilight at the close of day?
The rose, full blown, that falls away,
To dew-damped grass, to there decay
Rather than the early morn
When the sun is being born--
Stay, O stay, eternal spring, And let me dance round'
And let me dance round the fairies' ring
(1957)
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There's no safe port in a thunderstorm
No sheltered cove my craft can gain
No mother's arms to keep me warm
And hide me from the pelting rain
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No tranquil bay to moor the night
No overgrowth of reed and and cane
No lover's arms to hold me tight
To keep me from the the throbbing pain
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No hope of respite from the sky
No harbor for my tiny boat
No one to heed my desperate cry
And keep my sinking bark afloat
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