SHALL we let Joy go by, He of the kindling eye? Nay, comrade, nay! But lo, he wends his uncompanioned way! Shall we bid Sorrow bide, He that is mournful-eyed? Nay, comrade, nay! But lo, he lingers, bidden not to stay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET DEDICATORY by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER CHORUS OF CLOUD-MAIDENS: STROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY CHANGES by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE ARTIST by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |