O, WHEN 't is summer weather, And the yellow bee, with fairy sound, The waters clear is humming round, And the cuckoo sings unseen, And the leaves are waving green, O, then 't is sweet, In some retreat, To hear the murmuring dove, With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the greenwood together. But when 't is winter weather, And crosses grieve, And friends deceive, And rain and sleet The lattice beat, O, then 't is sweet To sit and sing Of the friends with whom, in the days of spring, We roamed through the greenwood together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH ONE WOMAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FOREST POOL by GRACE BLAINE OLD THINGS by THOMAS T. BLEWETT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 38. TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |