I sing of sorrow, I sing of weeping. I have no sorrow. I only borrow From some tomorrow Where it lies sleeping, Enough of sorrow To sing of weeping. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON'T YOU WISH YOU KNEW! by A. H. B. HEART'S EASE by MATHILDE BLIND AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) TWO SKETCHES: 2. A.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT by ROBERT BURNS |