Where are the tearful smiles of youthful Spring, That nursed the budding leaves and infant flowers? Ah! vanished -- like those dear regretted hours That fled away on Pleasure's fairy wing, When Hope light scattered o'er my glowing way Her rose-buds of delight. -- The cooling breeze, The wily sportive warblers of the trees, And garlands sweet that made the woods so gay, All, all are gone. -- Spring will return again, But never more for me its charms shall bloom, For me then slumbering in the dreary tomb The birds will sing and flow'rets blow in vain; While gentle gales, the budding trees that wave, Will breathe their lonely sighs across my grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |