And is this August weather? nay not so With the long rain the cornfield waxeth dark. How the cold rain comes pouring down & hark To the chill wind whose measured pace & slow Seems still to linger being loth to go. I cannot stand beside the sea and mark Its grandeur; it's too wet for that: no lark In this drear season cares to sing or show. And since its name is August all men find Fire not allowable; Winter foregone Had more of sunlight & of glad warmth more I shall be fain to run upon the shore And mark the rain. Hath the sun ever shone Cheer up there can be nothing worse to mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NATIVE LAND by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |