James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

The Plaint Human - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Season of snows, and season of flowers,
Seasons of loss and gain!--
Since grief and joy must alike be ours,
Why do we still complain?

Ever our failing, from sun to sun,
O my intolerent brother:--
We want just a little too little of one,
And much too much of the other.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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