NO; no; It must not be so: They are the ways we do not go. Still chew The kine, and moo In the meadows we used to wander through; Still purl The rivulets and curl Towards the weirs with a musical swirl; Haymakers As in former years Rake rolls into heaps that the pitchfork rears; Wheels crack On the turfy track The waggon pursues with its toppling pack. 'Why then shun - Since summer's not done - All this because of the lack of one?' Had you been Sharer of that scene You would not ask while it bites in keen Why it is so We can no more go By the summer paths we used to know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE SPRING by THOMAS GRAY IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING THE GOOD SHEPHERD by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL GARDEN DAYS: 6. AUTUMN FIRES by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |