Why do my hopes, Like yellow withered leaves, Fall to the ground And turn to mud— While my regrets Grow and blossom Like giant evergreens, And throw their dismal shadows Across my path ...? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |