WHY are friends like summer showers, As fresh as they are fleeting? Why are friends like all sweet flowers That die within the greeting? As Summer pales with Time's alloy, Our fairest hopes deceive us— And so with Friendship's transient joy, It blooms but to bereave us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON |