OF all the downfalls in the world, The flutter of an Autumn leaf Grows grievous by suggesting grief: Who thought, when Spring was first unfurled, Of this? The wide world lay empearled; Who thought of frost that nips the world? Sigh on, my ditty. There lurk a hundred subtle stings To prick us in our daily walk: An apple cankered on its stalk, A robin snared for all his wings, A voice that sang but never sings; Yea, sight or sound or silence stings. Kind Lord, show pity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 1 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE LAST MAN: INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE WORLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |