That dreary lake, that moonlight sky, āàThat wan moon struggling through the cloud, That sullen murmur whispering by āàAs if it dared not speak aloud, Fall on my heart so sadly now, āàWhither my joys so lonely flow. Touch them not, they bloom and smile, But their roots are withering all the while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO F - (MRS. FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD) by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. ODE TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOSIAS LYNDON ARNOLD TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 50 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |