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...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST THE PHANTOM HORSEWOMAN by THOMAS HARDY THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) HIMALAYA by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |