Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904. | | | | III. Adversity | | “Moan, moan, ye dying gales” | | Henry Neele (1798–1828) |
| | | MOAN, moan, ye dying gales! | |
| The saddest of your tales | |
| Is not so sad as life; | |
| Nor have you e’er began | |
| A theme so wild as man, | 5 |
| Or with such sorrow rife. | |
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| Fall, fall, thou withered leaf! | |
| Autumn sears not like grief, | |
| Nor kills such lovely flowers; | |
| More terrible the storm, | 10 |
| More mournful the deform, | |
| When dark misfortune lowers. | |
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| Hush! hush! thou trembling lyre, | |
| Silence, ye vocal choir, | |
| And thou, mellifluous lute, | 15 |
| For man soon breathes his last, | |
| And all his hope is past, | |
| And all his music mute. | |
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| Then, when the gale is sighing, | |
| And when the leaves are dying, | 20 |
| And when the song is o’er, | |
| O, let us think of those | |
| Whose lives are lost in woes, | |
| Whose cup of grief runs o’er. | | | | |
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