Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
With Rue My Heart Is Laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naughtβs to dread, Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you tread Thereβs nothing but the night.