O SAD No More! O sweet No More! O strange No More! By a mossed brookbank on a stone I smelt a wildweed flower alone; There was a ringing in my ears, And both my eyes gushed out with tears. Surely all pleasant things had gone before, Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee, NO MORE! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM INSUFFICIENCY (2) by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |