Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

Weep no more

 WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last? Grief is but a wound to woe;

by John Gould Fletcher
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Weep no moreEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top John Gould Fletcher Poems