Fond Vulgar, canst thou thinke it strange to finde So @3watery@1 Winter, and so wastefull @3Winde?@1 What other face could Natures age become, In looking on Great HENRY's Herse and Toome? The World's whole Frame, his Part in @3mourning@1 beares: The @3Windes@1 are Sighes: the @3Raine@1 is Heauens Teares: And if These Teares be rife, and Sighes be strong, Such Sighs, such Tears, to these sad Times belong. These Showrs haue drown'd all Hearts: These Sighs did make The CHVRCH, the WORLD, with Griefs, with Feares to shake. Weep on, ye Heauens; and Sigh as ye begon: Men's Sighes and Teares are slight, and quickly done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROSPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SEASIDE THOUGHTS by BERNARD BARTON THE CRITIC by S. F. BATCHELDER |