IN the sweet morn of life, when health and joy Laugh in the eye, and o'er each sunny plain A mild celestial softness seems to reign, Ah! who could dream what woes the heart annoy? No saddening sighs disturb the vernal gale Which fans the wild-wood music on the ear; Unbathed the sparkling eye with pity's tear, Save listening to the aged soldier's tale, The heart's slow grief, which wastes the child of wo, And lovely injured woman's cruel wrong, We hear not in the sky-lark's morning song, We hear not in the gales that o'er us blow, Visions devoid of wo which childhood drew, How oft shall my sad heart your soothing scenes renew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOATING MORMON by KAREN SWENSON TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY MY FAMILIAR by JOHN GODFREY SAXE AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |