WITH the rough blast heaves the billow, In the light air waves the willow, Every thing of moving kind Varies with the veering wind; What have I to do with thee, Dull, unjoyous constancy? After fretted, pouting sorrow, Sweet will be thy smile to-morrow; Changing still, each passing thing Fairest is upon the wing: What have I to do with thee, Dull, unjoyous constancy? Song of love, and satire witty, Sprightly glee and doleful ditty; Every mood and every lay, Welcome all, but do not stay; For what have I to do with thee, Dull, unjoyous constancy? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO VOYAGERS by EMILY DICKINSON WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER ULYSSES BUILDS HIS BED by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF ST. AUGUSTINE by NICHOLAS BRETON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. SURELY THE TIME WILL COME by EDWARD CARPENTER |