Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON HER MOTHER'S DECEASE, by FRANCIS KYNASTON Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: April is past, then do not shed Last Line: But feels eternal sleep. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
APRIL is past, then do not shed, Nor do not waste in vain, Upon thy mother's earthy bed, Thy tears of silver rain. Thou canst not hope that her cold earth, By wat'ring will bring forth A flower like thee, or will give birth To one of the like worth. 'Tis true the rain fall'n from the sky, Or from the clouded air, Doth make the earth to fructify, And makes the heaven more fair. With thy dear face it is not so, Which if once overcast, If thou rain down thy showers of woe, They, like the Sirens', blast. Therefore when sorrow shall becloud Thy fair serenest day, Weep not, my sighs shall be allow'd To chase the storm away. Consider that the teeming vine, If cut by chance do weep, Doth bear no grapes to make the wine, But feels eternal sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON |
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