Song Cycle by Robin Humphrey Milford (1903-1959)

?. Who has seen the wind?

Authorship

by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894) , no title, from Sing-song: a nursery rhyme book, published 1872

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Who has seen the wind? 
Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through. 

Who has seen the wind? 
Neither you nor I;
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

?. Leisure

Authorship

by William Henry Davies (1871-1940) , "Leisure", from Songs of Joy and Others, published 1911

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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time, to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like stars at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

?. The hayloft

Authorship

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) , "The hayloft", from A Child's Garden of Verses, published 1885

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Through all the pleasant meadow-side
  The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
  And cut it down to dry.

Those green and sweetly smelling crops
  They led in waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
  For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
  Mount Eagle and Mount High; --
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
  No happier are than I!

Oh, what a joy to clamber there,
  Oh, what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
  The happy hills of hay!

?. Winter

Authorship

by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) , no title, from The Windows, or The Loves of the Wrens, no. 4, published 1867, rev. 1870

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The frost is here,
And fuel is dear,
And woods are sear,
And fires burn clear,
And frost is here,
And has bitten the heel of the going year.
	
Bite, frost, bite!
You roll up away from the light.
The blue wood louse,
And the plump dormouse,
And the bees are still'd,
And the flies are kill'd,
And you bite far far into the heart of the house,
But not into mine,
And you bite far far into the heart of the house,
But not into mine.

Bite, frost, bite!
The woods are all the searer,
The fuel is all the dearer,
The fires are all the clearer,
My spring is all the nearer,
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not into mine,
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not, not into mine.

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