Quote #2
Winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep.
More from William Allingham
- Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men.
- Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
- Autumn's the mellow time.
- Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
- Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.
- Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms.
- Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay! She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.