I'M out with all the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. Glad birds are building in the tree, For them I have no sympathy; From out the grove a thrush pipes clear, I have no wish his song to hear; From tangled boughs that young buds share With last year's leaves, a startled hare A moment peeps and then away; I have no laughter for his play, For all the sunny sky is grey, The weariest I am to-day In all the weary world Perchance to-morrow's hidden store May bring my heart's content once more, The sweet young spring comes very fair With summer's breath and golden air; And I may think there cannot be A maid so blessed on land or sea. I'm out, though, with the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR |