Fall, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast, Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes; Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West, With the soft rippling tide of morning rise, And calm my bursting heart, as here I keep The vigil of the wretched! -- Now away Fade the pale stars, as wavering o'er the deep Soft rosy tints announce another day, The day of Middle Summer! -- Ah! in vain To those who mourn like me, does radiant June Lead on her fragrant hours; for hopeless pain Darkens with sullen clouds the Sun of Noon, And veil'd in shadows Nature's face appears To hearts o'erwhelm'd with grief, to eyes suffused with tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT |