The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, Each simple flower which she had nursed in dew, Anemonies, that spangled every grove, The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell, Or purple orchis variegate the plain, Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, And dress with humid hands her wreaths again. -- Ah! poor Humanity! so frail, so fair, Are the fond visions of thy early day, Till tyrant Passion, and corrosive Care, Bid all thy fairy colours fade away! Another May new buds and flowers shall bring; Ah! why has happiness -- no second Spring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |