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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAY GROWN A-COLD, by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: O certainly, no month this is but may
Last Line: Thy love is gone, poor wretch, thou art alone!
Subject(s): May (month)
First Line: O certainly, no month this is but may
Last Line: Thy love is gone, poor wretch, thou art alone!
Subject(s): May (month)
OCERTAINLY, NO MONTH THIS IS BUT MAY!
Sweet earth and sky, sweet birds of happy song,
Do make thee happy now, and thou art strong,
And many a tear thy love shall wipe away
And make the dark night merrier than the day,
Straighten the crooked paths and right the wrong,
And tangle bliss so that it tarry long.
Go cry aloud the hope the Heavens do say!
Nay what is this? and wherefore lingerest thou?
Why sayest thou the sky is hard as stone?
Why sayest thou the thrushes sob and moan?
Why sayest thou the east tears bloom and bough?
Why seem the sons of man so hopeless now?
Thy love is gone, poor wretch, thou art alone!
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