The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees, Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn; And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern. O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn The evening shades their gather'd darkness fling, While, by the lingering light, I scarce discern The shrieking night-jar sail on heavy wing. Ah! yet a little -- and propitious Spring Crown'd with fresh flowers shall wake the woodland strain; But no gay change revolving seasons bring To call forth pleasure from the soul of pain! Bid Syren Hope resume her long-lost part, And chase the vulture Care -- that feeds upon the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |