Like To A Silver Bow – Darkseed

but came a way and washed it away
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
but came a tide, made my plans prey

Who so list to think, I know where is a sign
I am of them that furthest come behind

Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
draw from my thought, but as they flee
ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off
therefore, since in a net I seek to hold
the wind

The sweet seasons, that bud and bloom
forth brings
The summer has come, for every spray
now springs
With green had clad the hill and here
the vale
The nightingale with feathers new


Lyric Like To A Silver Bow – Darkseed