FOOLISH prater, what dost thou So early at my window do? Cruel bird, thou'st ta'en away A dream out of my arms to-day; A dream that ne'er must equall'd be By all that waking eyes may see. Thou this damage to repair Nothing half so sweet and fair, Nothing half so good, canst bring, Tho' men say thou bring'st the Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN THE MOONLIGHT by THOMAS HARDY TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |