O YE voices round my own hearth singing, As the winds of May to memory sweet, Might I yet return, a worn heart bringing? Would those vernal tones the wanderer greet, Once again? Never, never! Spring hath smiled and parted Oft since then your fond farewell was said; O'er the green turf of the gentle-hearted Summer's hand the rose-leaves may have shed, Oft again! Or if still around my heart ye linger, Yet, sweet voices! there must change have come: Years have quelled the free soul of the singer, Vernal tones shall greet the wanderer home Ne'er again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE TO TRANQUILLITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN HYMN TO SCIENCE by MARK AKENSIDE THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |