Poet's Mood Poem by Beaumont and Fletcher
Poet's Mood
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There's nought in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see it,
But only melancholy;
Oh, sweetest melancholy!
Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,
A look that's fastened to the ground,
A tongue chained up, without a sound!
Fountain-head and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed, save bats and owls!
A midnight bell, a parting groan!
These are the sounds we feed upon;
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley:
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Finally melancholy seems to be the last soothing resort for one in distress in the world! What a heartening grief poem to read! Thanks for sharing it at this sad moment in life!
A look! ! ! ! With fixed eyes. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A grand presentation of a poet's mood along with the undercurrents responsible for the same. A true classic poem.
The best appreciation given to melancholy ... never I read this kind ... it’s heart touching poem
The essence of poets Joyful Pain Exciting Annoying For the varied expressions of the world Even then The poet is the poet People Finds joy in the midst of pain Just to survive a little
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A midnight bell, a parting groan! These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley: Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.- a very fine poem. tony