Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A DRINKING SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN ODE OF ANACREON by ANACREON FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |