YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me! Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself, Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled? And sullen hymns of defeat? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LIP AND THE HEART by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES THE PRIDE OF BEAUTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE THIRD SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |