KEEP your brooding sorrows for dewymisty hollows. Here's blue sky and lark song, drink the air. The joy that follows Drafts of wine o' west wind, o' north wind, o' summer breeze, Never grape's hath equalled from the wine hills by the summer seas. Whilst the breezes live, joy shall contrive, Still to tear asunder, and to scatter near and far Those nets small and thin That spider sorrows spin In the brooding hollows where no breezes are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM'S GARLAND: UPON THE UNEMPLOYED by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET OF LIFE by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |