The fairest summer hath its sudden showers; The clearest sky is never without clouds; And in the painted meadow's host of flowers Some lurking weed a poisonous death enshrouds. Sweet days, that upon golden sunshine spring, A gloomy night in mourning waits to stain; The honey-bees are girt with sharpest sting, And sweetest joys oft breed severest pain. While like to autumn's storms, sudden and brief, Mirth's parted lips oft close in silent grief, Amid this checkered life's disastrous state, Still Hope lives green amid the desolate; As Nature, in her happy livery, waves O'er ancient ruins, palaces, and graves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |