The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees, Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn; And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern. O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn The evening shades their gather'd darkness fling, While, by the lingering light, I scarce discern The shrieking night-jar sail on heavy wing. Ah! yet a little -- and propitious Spring Crown'd with fresh flowers shall wake the woodland strain; But no gay change revolving seasons bring To call forth pleasure from the soul of pain! Bid Syren Hope resume her long-lost part, And chase the vulture Care -- that feeds upon the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES THE BRIGHT ASSASSIN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LIBERTINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EXTRACTS FROM VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1823 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |