I weary of these noisy nights, Of shallow jest and coarse "good-cheer," Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights. Come, Love, let us away from here. Let us lay down this heavy load; And, side by side, far from the town, Drive on some lovely country road; And, wondering, watch the sun go down. What time is left to us, come, Love. The woods, the fields shall make us whole; The nightly pageantry above Our little world, keep sweet our soul. No peace this city's madness yields -- A tawdry world in cheap veneer. Out there the lovely woods and fields. Come, Love, let us away from here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS FAREWELL, UNKIST by THOMAS WYATT TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS |