Fond Vulgar, canst thou thinke it strange to finde So @3watery@1 Winter, and so wastefull @3Winde?@1 What other face could Natures age become, In looking on Great HENRY's Herse and Toome? The World's whole Frame, his Part in @3mourning@1 beares: The @3Windes@1 are Sighes: the @3Raine@1 is Heauens Teares: And if These Teares be rife, and Sighes be strong, Such Sighs, such Tears, to these sad Times belong. These Showrs haue drown'd all Hearts: These Sighs did make The CHVRCH, the WORLD, with Griefs, with Feares to shake. Weep on, ye Heauens; and Sigh as ye begon: Men's Sighes and Teares are slight, and quickly done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |