Farewell dear babe, my hearts too much content, Farewell sweet babe, the pleasure of mine eye, Farewell fair flower that for a space was lent, Then ta'en away unto Eternity. Blest babe why should I once bewail thy fate, Or sigh the dayes so soon were terminate; Sith thou art setled in an Everlasting state. By nature Trees do rot when they are grown. And Plumbs and Apples throughly ripe do fall, And Corn and grass are in their season mown, And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate, And buds new blown, to have so short a date, Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE PAVANE by DORIS ELLEN BIESTERFELD FRAGMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MINSTREL AT LINCLUDEN by ROBERT BURNS ON THE NATURE AND REASON OF ALL OUTWARD LAW by JOHN BYROM AN ODE ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |