WHAT was the lark to the zenith upspringing for?
What was he babbling as summer drew near ?
What were the bell-ringers goldenly ringing for?
What was the heart of all maidenhood singing for ?
Love, love, love, at the gush of the year.
What was the arm of the warrior smiting for ?
What could it be that he held it so dear ?
What were the far-parted nations uniting for ?
What were the thrones and the satrapies fighting for ?
Life, life, life, through the surge of the year.
What are the bride's and the mother's eyes welling for,
Now when the daylight is niggard and drear ?
What is the hush in the desolate dwelling for ?
What is the tolling and what is the knelling for ?
Death, death, death, 'mid the lees of the year.
Love that was baulked of the heaven it was sighing for--
Life that was felled ere a leaf had turned sere--
What have they left that is worthy our dying for ?
Vengeance, which earth and the deep seas are crying for,
Round the last flare of the pyre of the year.