Now, O now, in this brown land <br />Where Love did so sweet music make <br />We two shall wander, hand in hand, <br />Forbearing for old friendship' sake, <br />Nor grieve because our love was gay <br />Which now is ended in this way. <br /> <br />A rogue in red and yellow dress <br />Is knocking, knocking at the tree; <br />And all around our loneliness <br />The wind is whistling merrily. <br />The leaves -- - they do not sigh at all <br />When the year takes them in the fall. <br /> <br />Now, O now, we hear no more <br />The vilanelle and roundelay! <br />Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before <br />We take sad leave at close of day. <br />Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything -- - <br />The year, the year is gathering.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-o-now-in-this-brown-land/
