O SAD No More! O sweet No More! O strange No More! By a mossed brookbank on a stone I smelt a wildweed flower alone; There was a ringing in my ears, And both my eyes gushed out with tears. Surely all pleasant things had gone before, Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee, NO MORE! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON A PHONECALL FROM FRANK O'HARA by ANNE WALDMAN THE PAINS OF SLEEP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RICHARD CORY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |