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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIGH NOT FOR LOVE, by HELEN HAY Last Line: Sigh not for love, -- the ways of love are dark! | |||
SIGH not for love, -- the ways of love are dark! Sweet Child, hold up the hollow of your hand And catch the sparks that flutter from the stars! See how the late sky spreads in flushing bars! They are dead roses from your own dear land, Tossed high by kindly breezes; lean, and hark, And you shall know how Morning glads her lark! The timid Dawn, herself a little child, Casts up shy eyes in loving worship, dear, Is it not yet enough? The Spring is here, And would you weep for winter's tempest wild? Sigh not for love, -- the ways of love are dark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOES THE PEARL KNOW? by HELEN HAY WAS THERE ANOTHER SPRING by HELEN HAY DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 18. TO THE HON. FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON by MARK AKENSIDE TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES |
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