WHY seems the world so fair, Why do I sing? Why? in the meadow there When it was Spring, There when all fair things were Clearer to see, All the young dreams I'd lost Came back to me. I may not enter now, But there's a Spring Somewhere beyond the sun. So I can sing, So I can wait and sing, While I prepare My soul to welcome thine, When we meet there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT TO A SKYLARK by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 35. AL-GHAFIR by EDWIN ARNOLD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE |