KEEP your brooding sorrows for dewymisty hollows. Here's blue sky and lark song, drink the air. The joy that follows Drafts of wine o' west wind, o' north wind, o' summer breeze, Never grape's hath equalled from the wine hills by the summer seas. Whilst the breezes live, joy shall contrive, Still to tear asunder, and to scatter near and far Those nets small and thin That spider sorrows spin In the brooding hollows where no breezes are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN OCEAN GREYHOUND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE NEW ANTHEM by NORMAN BOLKER TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING LIMOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |