MOURN, mourn, Day is with darkness fled What heaven then governs earth, Oh none, but hell in heaven's stead, Chokes with his mists our mirth Mourn, mourn, Look now for no more day Nor night, but that from hell, Then all must as they may In darkness learn to dwell. But yet this change, must needs change our delight, That thus the sun should harbour with the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN ROME. AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY by THOMAS HARDY |