Oh, Josephine Gray, are you going away? Then I know why the flowers are fading; Why the leaves of the trees die so, and the seas Of dry grasses are ever upbraiding; Why the sad monotone of the air is a moan Like the groan of a lone child sobbing; Why the song of the bird of gay spring is unheard, And my temples with trouble are throbbing. In the bloom of the year you came to me, dear, With the glory of summer about you; But in gloom the parade of all nature must fade, For it cannot have pleasance without you! Ah! the chill at my heart, and its storm, is a part Of the winter that comes at your leaving, And the moan of the air is my echoed despair, And the plaint of the grass is my grieving! Sweet Josephine Gray, little maid, won't you stay? For I dote on your prattle and laughter, And in it I hark to the song of a lark Of a light heart that flutters long after. Come, stay! And whatever the weather we 'll never See aught but the sunshine you make us With the smile of your sweet little face and the wile Of a joy that shall never forsake us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |