The chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east; Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound; And black and gloomy, like my cheerless breast, Frowns the dark pier and lonely sea-view round. Yet a few months -- and on the peopled strand Pleasure shall all her varied forms display; Nymphs lightly tread the bright reflecting sand, And proud sails whiten all the summer bay: Then, for these winds that whistle keen and bleak, Music's delightful melodies shall float O'er the blue waters; but 'tis mine to seek Rather, some unfrequented shade, remote From sights and sounds of gaiety[.] -- I mourn All that gave me delight -- Ah! never to return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE EPISTLE TO SIR CLIFFORD CLIFTON, THEN SITTING IN PARLIAMENT by CHARLES COTTON |