HE dropt a tear on Susan's bier, He seem'd a most despairing swain; But bluer sky brought newer tie, And -- would he wish her back again? The moments fly, and when we die, Will Philly Thistletop complain? She'll cry and sigh, and -- dry her eye, And let herself be woo'd again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON DIDO TO AENEAS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE SPAN OF LIFE by LEVI BISHOP TREES ON THE CALAIS ROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CITY HOSPITAL by MARGARET BODEN LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER by ROBERT BURNS FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 4 by JOHN BYROM |