STRIKE, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail May's beauty massacre and wisped wild clouds grow Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS HUMPTY DUMPTY RECITATION [OR, SONG] by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON |