AH yes, I see the sunshine play, I hear the robin's cheerful call, But I am thinking of the day My darling left me -- that is all. I do not grieve for her -- ah no! To her the way is clear, I trust; But for myself I grieve, so low, So weak, so in, and of the dust. And for my sadness I am sad -- I would be gay if so I might, But she was all the joy I had -- My life, my love, my heart's delight, We came together to the door Of our sweet home that is to be, And knowing, she went in before, To put on marriage robes for me. 'T is weary work to wait so long, But true love knows not how to doubt; God's wisdom fashions seeming wrong, That we may find right meanings out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY THE INTERCEPTED SALUTE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF LA PEROUSE'S VOYAGES by THOMAS CAMPBELL THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 29 by THOMAS CAMPION HARRY CAREY'S REPLY TO THE LIBELLING GENTRY, ANGRY AT HIS WELFARE by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) |