Oh, heavy clouds have hid the mellow sun Full hopelessly; The tired year's creaking course is all but run, The were-wolf howl of chill blasts has begun; Life's joy doth vanish (when the summer's done)— Full hopelessly. So deem not me as wicked, wild, or rude (—Full hopelessly—) If guides me on this melancholy mood, I barter cash for what some imp has brewed, And, sprawling by my hearth-fire, get quite stewed— Full:—hopelessly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH CRUCIFIXUS PRO NOBIS: 3. CHRIST IN HIS PASSION by PATRICK CAREY |