Ezra Pound - Invern lyrics

Earth's winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must needs bear earth's winter Drawn cold and grey with hours And joying in a momentary sun, Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh! Or crouch covetous of warmth O'er scant-logged ingle blaze, Must take cramped joy in tomed Longinus That, read I him first time The woods agleam with summer Or mid desirous winds of spring, Had set me singing spheres Or made heart to wander forth among warm roses Or curl in gra** next neath a kindly moon