April Twilights and Other Poems

<h3><SPAN name="THE_ENCORE" id="THE_ENCORE"></SPAN>THE ENCORE</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="letra">N</span>o garlands in the winter-time,<br/></span> <span class="i3">No trumpets in the night!<br/></span> <span class="i0">The song ye praise was done lang syne,<br/></span> <span class="i3">And was its own delight.<br/></span> <span class="i0">O’ God’s name take the wreath away,<br/></span> <span class="i3">Since now the music’s sped;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Ye never cry, “Long live the king!”<br/></span> <span class="i3">Until the king is dead.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When I came piping through the land,<br/></span> <span class="i3">One morning in the spring,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With cockle-burrs upon my coat,<br/></span> <span class="i3">’Twas then I was a king:<br/></span> <span class="i0">A mullein sceptre in my hand,<br/></span> <span class="i3">My order daisies three,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With song’s first freshness on my lips&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i3">And then ye pitied me!<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />