Falk Monologue from Love's Comedy

From Love's Comedy by Henrik Ibsen

male · philosophical · 1:09 min

Wherefore seek the harvest's guerdon While the tree is yet in bloom? Wherefore drudge beneath the burden Of an unaccomplished doom? Wherefore let the scarecrow clatter Day and night upon the tree? Brothers mine, the sparrows' chatter Has a cheerier melody. (CHORUS: Brothers mine, the sparrow's chatter, etc.) Happy songster! Wherefore scare him From our blossom-laden bower? Rather for his music spare him All our future, flower by flower; Trust me, 'twill be cheaply buying Present song with future fruit; List the proverb, "Time is flying;--" Soon our garden music's mute. (CHORUS: List the proverb, etc.) I will live in song and gladness,-- Then, when every bloom is shed, Sweep together, scarce in sadness, All that glory, wan and dead: Fling the gates wide! Bruise and batter, Tear and trample, hoof and tusk; I have plucked the flower, what matter Who devours the withered husk!

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