...FOR THE SPRING O WESTERN wind when wilt thou blow [That] the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! Anonymous. 2O THAT LENGTH OF TIME CONSUME TH ALL THINGS WHAT harder is than stone ? What more than...

...Spring i6th Cent. (?) WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! O 28. Balow i6th Cent DALOW, my babe, lie still and sleep! *~^ It grieves me sore to see thee weep....

...—Bliss Carman. Oh, western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain? Christ! that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again! —Anon. (i6th Cent.). Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's...

...what not: — " O western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again ! " But it rapidly grew definite. Daybreak songs led to some of the finest touches of description;...

...fact which hints to Mr. Chambers of " an inspiration from folk song." Another piece of one verse — Western wind, when will thou blow, The small rain...Christ, if my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! has more than a tinge of the ballad and song, " The Unquiet Grave," which begins : The wind doth...

...for the Spring O WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON 372. From ' Maud' OTHAT 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the...

...Spring l6th Cent. (l) WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain ? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! o 28. Balow Ifith Cer.t DALOW, my babe, lie still and sleep! *-^ It grieves me sore to see thee weep....

...minstrel came to a sudden stop — [8] "Western wind, when wilt thou blow, And the small rain will down rain? Christ, if my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again." Silence! — not one of the holy Sisters spoke, but some sighed; some put their hands over their hearts,...

...a pilgrimage, were it only the lilt of a passing clerk at a street corner, Western wind, when wilt thou blow, The small rain down can rain? Christ, if my love were in my arms And I in my bed again, the nun's mind must often have been troubled, as she turned her steps back to her cloister. Moreover...

...quatrain — " O western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again !"3 We can only say that their writers possessed the capacity to realise an essential beauty and to...