Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."
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It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.
The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will read more
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will teach thee soon the truth,
"There are no birds in last year's nest."
