Hang not thy harp upon the willow, Mourn not a brighter, happier day, But touch the chord, and life's wild billow Will shrinking foam its shame away. Then strike the chord and raise the strain Which brightens that dark clouded brow; Oh! beam one sunshine smile again, And I'll forgive thy sadness now. Tho' darkness, gloom, and doubt surround thee, Thy bark, tho' frail, shall safely ride; The storm and whirlwind may rage round thee, But thou wilt all their wrath abide. Hang not thy harp upon the willow Which weeps o'er every passing wave; Tho' life is but a restless pillow, There's calm and peace beyond the grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 39 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AS WALT MASON WOULD DO IT by BERTON BRALEY TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MISS BRUNTON WITH HIS TRANSLATION OF WRANGHAM'S LATIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |