I EVERY day hath its night: Every night its morn: Thorough dark and bright Winged hours are borne; Ah! welaway! Seasons flower and fade; Golden calm and storm Mingle day by day. There is no bright form Doth not cast a shade -- Ah! welaway! II When we laugh, and our mirth Apes the happy vein, We're so kin to earth, Pleasaunce fathers pain -- Ah! welaway! Madness laugheth loud: Laughter bringeth tears: Eyes are worn away Till the end of fears Cometh in the shroud, Ah! welaway! III All is change, woe or weal; Joy is Sorrow's brother; Grief and gladness steal Symbols of each other: Ah! welaway! Larks in heaven's cope Sing: the culvers mourn All the livelong day. Be not all forlorn: Let us weep in hope -- Ah! welaway! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK |