The Plaint Human Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

The Plaint Human



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.

Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,flowers,grief,loss,seasons,sun
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James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley

Greenfield, Indiana
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