Of what avail the tardy showers, To the famished summer flowers? All in vain the rain-drops cry, Dead things never make reply. Life's belated cup of bliss, Woo the weary lips to kiss, When the singing is a sigh, Pulses quivering, to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM |