Ye hills that sloping westward see Alone the evening sky, I come to you for sympathy. "Alas!" they made reply, "Your tears are for the morning bright That never here hath been. We lie in shadow when the light Upon her face is seen." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUN HOUSE FABLE by KAREN SWENSON GEORGE MOSES HORTON, MYSELF by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) HISTORY OF A LIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP SUMMER SUN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |