OCERTAINLY, NO MONTH THIS IS BUT MAY! Sweet earth and sky, sweet birds of happy song, Do make thee happy now, and thou art strong, And many a tear thy love shall wipe away And make the dark night merrier than the day, Straighten the crooked paths and right the wrong, And tangle bliss so that it tarry long. Go cry aloud the hope the Heavens do say! Nay what is this? and wherefore lingerest thou? Why sayest thou the sky is hard as stone? Why sayest thou the thrushes sob and moan? Why sayest thou the east tears bloom and bough? Why seem the sons of man so hopeless now? Thy love is gone, poor wretch, thou art alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD A CANTO OF KHANS by BERTON BRALEY |