I O mother, I am sick of love, I cannot laugh nor lift my head, My bitter dreams have broken me, I would my love were dead. "Drink of the draught I brew for thee, Thou shalt have quiet in its stead." II Where is the silver in the rain, Where is the music in the sea, Where is the bird that sang all day To break my heart with melody? "The night thou badst Love fly away, He hid them all from thee." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |