Merry it is, while the summer last, With birds in song. But now it's on us, the wintry blast And weather strong. Oh! how the night is long! And I, being done so great a wrong, Sorrow and mourn and fast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |