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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by ANNE WHARTON First Line: How hardly I concealed my tears? Last Line: But easy to deceive. | |||
How hardly I conceal'd my tears? How oft did I complain? When, many tedious days, my fears Told me I lov'd in vain. But now my joys as wild are grown, And hard to be concealed; Sorrow may make a silent moan, But joy will be reveal'd. I tell it to the bleating flocks, To every stream and tree, And bless the hollow murm'ring rocks For echoing back to me. Thus you may see with how much joy We want, we wish, believe; 'Tis hard such passion to destroy, But easy to deceive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SNUFF OF A CANDLE; MADE IN SICKNESS by ANNE WHARTON PENELOPE TO ULYSSES, SELECTION by ANNE WHARTON LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPRING, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN SONGS OF TRAVEL: 1. THE VAGABOND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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