OH, what hath overwrought My all amazèd thought Till time and truth hath taught, I labour all for naught. The day I see is clear, But I am ne'er thee near, For grief doth still appear, To cross our merry cheer, While I can nothing hear, But Winter all the year, Cold, hold: the sun will shine warm. Therefore, now fear no harm. O blessèd beams, Where beauty streams Happy light to love's dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WESTERN MORNING by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG STEEL OR GOLD?; THE QUESTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |