The deepest dregs of direst woe Are drained in time by those who sow The whirlwinds. You cannot glean from woman's tears Repentance for the misspent years In whirlwinds. The idler's sport, the gambler's dice, The moments spent in foolish vice, Are whirlwinds. Neglected hearts, forgotten pride, And perverse thoughts are things that ride On whirlwinds. And Love's bold wings are much too weak To soar on winds of which we speak, These whirlwinds. Its pinions spread are blown away And lost forever and a day By whirlwinds. God help the fool that thinks that he Can sow and reap successfully All whirlwinds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON |