WHO is he, dying so hard? Hard is it to die— Die in the warmth of June, Bird and bee in tune— Die in the singing time, When all the world's in rhyme, Hard it is to die. He is Hope lying so low, Dull it is to lie— Lie, and the hounds full cry Gives music to each sigh— Lie, and the antlered stag Leaps light from crag to crag. Weary 'tis to lie. Is there never a one to weep? Weep, for Hope is dead. Dead, and a body so fair, Never a woman to care? Untuneful is laughter and mirth; Hide him, then, under the earth. Well it were to be dead. Here comes one weeping so hard: Woeful 'tis to weep. Tears on the cheek of youth, Where smiles should be in truth; Tears in the eyes of love. Angels should weep above, When the young are sad below. Better were death than woe; Hard it is to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL by GEORGE WITHER LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON MAGDALEN by GEORGE KENYON ASHENDON BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN ALEXANDER VI DINES WITH THE CARDINAL OF CAPUA by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GIFT by ALICE EWING BLACKWELL |