SUNBURNT Summer less devours, Less chill is Winter's bitterness, The bowers in Spring have fewer flowers, Autumn's grapes are less, There are less fish in all the sea, La Beauce hath fewer harvestings, You'll see less sands in Brittany, And in Auvergne less springs, The night less flaming torches wears, The woods, less leaves to watch them through, Than bears my heart of pains and cares, Love, for love of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD |