I MOURN not the forest whose verdure is dying; I mourn not the summer whose beauty is o'er; I weep for the hopes that for ever are flying; I sigh for the worth that I slighted before; And sigh to bethink me how vain is my sighing, For love, once extinguish'd, is kindled no more. The spring may return with his garland of flowers, And wake to new rapture the bird on the tree; The summer smile soft through his crystalline showers The blessings of autumn wave brown o'er the lea: The rock may be shaken, the dead may awaken, But the friend of my bosom returns not to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER by JOHN KEATS FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPITAPH ON SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON MAXWELL OF CARDONESS by ROBERT BURNS TO MISS FERRIER; ENCLOSING THE ELEGY ON SIR J. H. BLAIR by ROBERT BURNS WIND OF THE SOUTH by JENNIE MCBRIDE BUTLER EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (3) by THOMAS CAREW |