How joy was found : $b a fantasyHutchison, Isobel Wylie
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How joy was found : $b a fantasy
Hutchison, Isobel Wylie
English drama -- Scottish authors; Verse drama
Tiravee! Tiravee! Tiravee!
The year has heard the spring
In far recesses smouldering.
Tiravee! Tiravee! Tiravee!
The robins sing,
Daffadowndillies and lilies
And crocuses are hiding,
Under the garden abiding,
Soon you’ll see! Soon you’ll see!
Soon you’ll see!
For along the west border,
All in their proper order,
Just like last year—
Look!—the tops of the snowdrops are here!
Tiravee! Tiravee! Tiravee!
Oh, how wonderful it is to see
The spring again just as she used to be!
Showing how the bulbs grow
Under the ground,
Making a sound
Where silence lay low.
Displaying
The beauty of the earth,
Saying:
“There is no death.
For consider the lilies
How they grow, and the daffadowndillies,
Underground
They have found
The spring!”
Oh, Robin, sing!
Oh, come away and see
The tops
Of the first snowdrops!
Tiravee! Tiravee! Tiravee!
[_During the song the others, drawn by the sound of piping,
all begin to come in one by one, with the exception of the
Climber, beginning with the Marksman and ending with the
Carpenter, dancing and humming the tune. When the Listener
has done they all applaud him delightedly, and the Marksman
lets fly an arrow seaward._]
LISTENER
[_Astonished._]
What’s that for?
MARKSMAN
You hit the mark that time.
LISTENER
[_Running to look._]
Where? I didn’t see!
MARKSMAN
Nobody did but me.
Who taught you that song sublime?
LISTENER
A robin back there in the wood;
I haven’t got it very good.
FINN
You have a very fine ear.
Is there anything else you can hear?
LISTENER
[_Putting his ear to the ground and listening intently._]
I can hear the voice of your mother.
FINN
[_Eagerly._]
What is she saying?
LISTENER
She’s saying she’s unravelling
Your fetters of travelling
And straying;
She’s saying
She’s sending your father
To help you to gather
The children he’s losing
Through none of her choosing.
FINN
[_Bewildered._]
Talk sense!
LISTENER
[_Offended._]
I do; but it’s too immense
For you to comprehend
With your unenlightened end!
[_Aside._]
There! didn’t I tell you she’d send!
[_At this moment the Climber runs in excitedly._]
CLIMBER
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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