Nothing gold can stay.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Up in the Morning Early
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west ( Read more... )

Prelude 1
The winter evening settles down ( Read more... )

`Sumer is icumen in`
Sumer is icumen in ( Read more... )

Roundel
Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft ( Read more... )