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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MOOD, by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness
Last Line: Such hurt perchance as nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken.
Subject(s): Anxiety
First Line: A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness
Last Line: Such hurt perchance as nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken.
Subject(s): Anxiety
A BLIGHT, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness --
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's in-sistence;
A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone existence;
A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken --
Such hurt perchance as Nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken.
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