Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SADNESS AND JOY, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: I pray you, sadness, leave me soon Last Line: While thou art making four. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. | ||||||||
I pray you, Sadness, leave me soon, In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister Joy can make ten songs While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough; But when we find the whole day gone And no created thing is left -- We mourn the evil done. Thou art too slow to shape thy thoughts In stone, on canvas, or in song; But Joy, being full of active heat, Must do some deed ere long. Thy sighs are gentle, sweet thy tears; But if thou canst not help a man To prove in substance what he feels -- Then give me Joy, who can. Therefore, sweet Sadness, leave me soon, Let thy bright sister Joy come more; For she can make ten lovely songs While thou art making four. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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