LONG night succeeds thy little day: O, blighted blossom! can it be That this gray stone and grassy clay Have clos'd our anxious care of thee? The half-form'd speech of artless thought, That spoke a mind beyond thy years, The song, the dance by Nature taught, The sunny smiles, the transient tears, The symmetry of face and form, The eye with light and life replete, The little heart so fondly warm, The voice so musically sweet, -- These, lost to hope, in memory yet Around the hearts that lov'd thee cling, Shadowing with long and vain regret The too fair promise of thy Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER |