OWHY have the roses lost their hue, Sweet love, O tell me why? Why mutely thus do the violets blue In the verdant meadows sigh? O why doth the lark up high in the air With a voice so mournful sing? O why doth each fragrant floweret fair Exhale like a poisonous thing? O wherefore looks the sun to-day On the fields, so full of gloom? O why doth the earth appear so grey, And dreary as a tomb? Why feel I myself so mournful and weak, -- Sweet love, I put it to thee? My own sweet darling, sweet love, O speak, -- O wherefore leavest thou me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY THE INCURABLE; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |