MOURN, mourn, Day is with darkness fled What heaven then governs earth, Oh none, but hell in heaven's stead, Chokes with his mists our mirth Mourn, mourn, Look now for no more day Nor night, but that from hell, Then all must as they may In darkness learn to dwell. But yet this change, must needs change our delight, That thus the sun should harbour with the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN |