go through wet spring woods alone, Through sweet green woods with heart of stone, My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries, The lark a pilgrim in the skies; But all the pleasant spring is drear. I want you, dear! I pass the summer meadows by, The autumn poppies bloom and die; I speak alone so bitterly For no voice answers me. "O lovers parting by the gate, O robin singing to your mate, Plead, plead you well, for she will hear, 'I love you, dear!'" I crouch alone, unsatisfied, Mourning by winter's fireside. Fate, what evil wind you blow. Must this be so? No Southern breezes come to bless, So conscious of their emptiness My lonely arms I spread in woe, I want you so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST LAUS INFANTIUM by WILLIAM CANTON LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON IMPROVEMENT IN THE FORTIES by THOMAS BARNARD TO THE GALLIC EAGLE by BERNARD BARTON THE PILGRIM SOUL by MATHILDE BLIND |