1. Can you, the author of our joy, So soon depart? Will you revive, and straight destroy? New mirth to tears convert? O that ever cause of gladness Should so swiftly turn to sadness! 2. Now as we droop, so will these flowers, Barred of your sight: Nothing avail them heavenly showers Without your heav'nly light. When the glorious sun forsakes us, Winter quickly overtakes us. 3. Yet shall our prayers your ways attend, When you are gone; And we the tedious time will spend, Remembering you alone. Welcome here shall you hear ever But the word of parting never. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 7 by CONRAD AIKEN IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |