WHAT shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet? Life's art is to forget, and last year's sowing Cast in Time's furrow with the storm winds blowing Bears me a wild crop with strange fancies on it. Last year I wore your sole rose in my bonnet. This year—who knows—who, even the All-knowing, What to my vagrant heart, for its undoing, Of weeds shall blossom ere my tears atone it? —New Spring is in the air with new desirings; New wonders fructify Earth, Sea, and Heaven, And happy birds sing loud from a new nest. Ah, why then grieve Love's recreant aspirings, His last year's hopes, his vows forgot, forgiven? Child, be we comforted! New things are best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE RED TURTLENECK by KAREN SWENSON FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |