Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 21. YAKBUZU WA YABSUTU by EDWIN ARNOLD |