Gay words and jests may make us smile,

For every breath that stirs the trees,

Beneath the freshening wind.

But other things must make us smile,

Sit still -- as all transformd to stone,

And how you heard the green woods sing

Can 九-九-藏-书-网neer be desolate.

The summer sun is faint on them --

The dearest voice that meets our ear,

Where waving woods and waters wild

Come change -- and human fate!

The sky is ro九_九_藏_书_网und them still.

That tone may come no more!

Which once refreshd our mind,

Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,

When Sorrow bids us weep!

Though the same wind now blows around,

Except your musing 九九藏书heart.

The summer flowers depart --

When Sorrow is asleep;

The chilling autumn wind.

We cannot bear its visitings,

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth

Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,

The dearest hands that clasp our han99lib•netds, --

And turn your eyes around,

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,

That flesh and dust impart:

Do hymn an autumn sound.

Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,

Come autumns scathe -- come winters cold --

Their presence may be oer;

Doth c99lib•netause a leaf to fall.

How there you sat in summer-time,

When change is on the heart.

Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;

You would its blast recall;

In spring, the sky encircled them --

Look out oer vale and hill-

May yet be in your mind;