HOW shall a little weed grow, That has no sun? Rains fall and north winds blow, -- What shall be done? Out come some little pale leaves At the spring's call, But the harsh north winds blow, And sad rains fall. Would'st try to keep it warm With fickle breath? He must, who would give life, Be Lord of death. Some day you forget the weed, -- Man's thoughts are brief, -- And your coldness steals like frost Through each pale leaf, Till the weed shrinks back to die On kinder sod: Shall a life which found no sun In death find God? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE BATTLEFIELD by EMILY DICKINSON WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE THE LITANY [TO THE HOLY SPIRIT] by ROBERT HERRICK |