1. Can you, the author of our joy, So soon depart? Will you revive, and straight destroy? New mirth to tears convert? O that ever cause of gladness Should so swiftly turn to sadness! 2. Now as we droop, so will these flowers, Barred of your sight: Nothing avail them heavenly showers Without your heav'nly light. When the glorious sun forsakes us, Winter quickly overtakes us. 3. Yet shall our prayers your ways attend, When you are gone; And we the tedious time will spend, Remembering you alone. Welcome here shall you hear ever But the word of parting never. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LAST MAN: SPEAKER'S MEANING DIMLY DESCRIBED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |