WHY seems the world so fair, Why do I sing? Why? in the meadow there When it was Spring, There when all fair things were Clearer to see, All the young dreams I'd lost Came back to me. I may not enter now, But there's a Spring Somewhere beyond the sun. So I can sing, So I can wait and sing, While I prepare My soul to welcome thine, When we meet there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE HEAVIEST CROSS OF ALL by KATHERINE ELEANOR CONWAY |