I'M out with all the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. Glad birds are building in the tree, For them I have no sympathy; From out the grove a thrush pipes clear, I have no wish his song to hear; From tangled boughs that young buds share With last year's leaves, a startled hare A moment peeps and then away; I have no laughter for his play, For all the sunny sky is grey, The weariest I am to-day In all the weary world Perchance to-morrow's hidden store May bring my heart's content once more, The sweet young spring comes very fair With summer's breath and golden air; And I may think there cannot be A maid so blessed on land or sea. I'm out, though, with the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE DARK HILLS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN PHILOSOPHY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |