We blame, nay we despise her paines That wets her Garden when it raines: But when the drought has dri'd the knot; Then let her use the watring pot. We pray for showers (at our need) To drench, but not to drown our seed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |