Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 211 IN THE WOODS WITH SHELLEY. ING, happy nightingale, sing ; Past is the season of weeping; Birds in the wood are on wing, Lambs in the meadow are leaping, Can there be any delight still in the buttercups sleeping ? Dawn, paler daffodil, dawn ; Smile, for the winter is over; Sunlight makes golden the lawn, Spring comes and kisses the clover ; All the wild woodlands await poet and songster and lover. Linger, dew, linger and gem All the fresh flowers in the garland ; Blossom, leaf, bud and green stem Flash with your light to some far land, Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly-born starland.