May flowers are opening, āàAnd leaves unfolding free; There are bees in every blossom, āàAnd birds on every tree. The sun is gladly shining, āàThe stream sings merrily; And lonely I am pining, āàAnd all is dark to me. O cold, cold is my heart! āàIt will not, cannot rise; It feels no sympathy āàWith those refulgent skies. Dead, dead is my joy, āàI long to be at rest; I wish the damp earth covered āàThis desolated breast. If I were quite alone, āàIt might not be so drear, When all hope was gone; āàAt least I could not fear. But the glad eyes around me āàMust weep as mine have done, And I must see the final gloom āàEclipse their morning sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS PATROLING BARNEGAT by WALT WHITMAN A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN PSALM 104, SELECTION by RICHARD BLACKMORE THE PYXIDANTHERA by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL AN ELEGY ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |