Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Song ­ "The lintwhite and the throstlecock..." lyrics

The lintwhite and the throstleco*k Have voices sweet and clear; All in the bloomed May. They from the blosmy brere Call to the fleeting year, If that he would them hear And stay. Alas! that one so beautiful Should have so dull an ear. Fair year, fair year, thy children call, But thou art deaf as d**h; All in the bloomèd May. When thy light perisheth That from thee issueth, Our life evanisheth: Oh! stay. Alas! that lips so cruel-dumb Should have so sweet a breath! Fair year, with brows of royal love Thou comest, as a king, All in the bloomèd May. Thy golden largess fling, And longer hear us sing; Though thou art fleet of wing, Yet stay. Alas! that eyes so full of light Should be so wandering! Thy locks are all of sunny sheen In rings of gold yronne, All in the bloomèd May, We pri'thee pa** not on; If thou dost leave the sun, Delight is with thee gone, Oh! stay. Thou art the fairest of thy feres, We pri'thee pa** not on.