Oh, heavy clouds have hid the mellow sun Full hopelessly; The tired year's creaking course is all but run, The were-wolf howl of chill blasts has begun; Life's joy doth vanish (when the summer's done)— Full hopelessly. So deem not me as wicked, wild, or rude (—Full hopelessly—) If guides me on this melancholy mood, I barter cash for what some imp has brewed, And, sprawling by my hearth-fire, get quite stewed— Full:—hopelessly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BE STRONG by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH LONDON WIND by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |