EVERY heart with pain is smitten When they see the stripling pale, Who upon his face bears written Grief and sorrow's mournful tale. Breezes with compassion lightly Fan his burning brow the while, And his bosom many a sprightly Damsel fair would fain beguile. From the city's ceaseless bustle To the wood for peace he flies. Merrily the leaves there rustle, Merrier still the bird's songs rise. But the merry song soon ceases, Sadly rustle leaf and tree, When he, while his grief increases, Nears the forest mournfully. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM'S GARLAND: UPON THE UNEMPLOYED by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW THE ORGANIST by KATHARINE LEE BATES DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |