'And shall I cry for ever, and in vain? The night-winds mock me with their hollow sighs, And daylight chills me by her cold disdain— The daughters of the Morn with dew-wash'd eyes As unresponsive as the silent skies!— On every hand I see that Love is fair, And every gleam augmenteth my despair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |