APRIL made me: winter laid me here away asleep. Bright as Maytime was my daytime; night is soft and deep: Though the morrow brings forth sorrow, well are ye that weep. Ye that held me dear beheld me not a twelvemonth long: All the while ye saw me smile, ye knew not whence the song Came that made me smile, and laid me here, and wrought you wrong. Angels, calling from your brawling world one undefiled, Homeward bade me, and forbade me here to rest beguiled: Here I sleep not: pass, and weep not here upon your child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE HEATH-COCK by JOANNA BAILLIE |