Samuel Adler

Now the winds are riding by Clouds are galloping the sky And the trees are lashing their Leafy plumes upon

Shepherd! while the lambs do feed And you rest beneath a tree Pipe upon an oaten reed Merrily and merrily

A long green swell Slopes soft to the sea; And a far-off bell Swings sweet to me; As the grey Chill

I am two fools, I know - For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that

I can love both fair and brown Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays Her who loves loneness best,

Now thou hast loved me one whole day Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate

He is stark mad, who ever says That he hath been in love an hour Yet not that love so soon decays But that it

I wonder, by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd

Time, you old gypsy man Will you not stay Put up your caravan Just for one day? All things