The End Of May

How the wind howls this mornAbout the end of May,And drives June on apaceTo mock the world forlornAnd the world-s joy passed awayAnd my unlonged-for face!The world-s joy passed away;For no more may I deemThat any folk are gladTo see the dawn of daySunder the tangled dreamWherein no grief they had.Ah, through the tangled dreamWhere… Read More The End Of May