Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: SIGH NOT FOR LOVE" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Sigh not for love, the ways of love are dark! / Sweet Child -- hold up the hollow of your hand / And catch the sparks that flutter from the stars! / See how the late sky spreads in flushing bars! / They are dead roses from your own dear land / Tossed high by kindly breezes: lean, and hark, / And you shall know how morning glads her lark! / The timid Dawn, herself a little child / Casts up shy eyes in loving worship -- dear, / Is it not yet enough? the Spring is here / And would you weep for Winter's tempest wild / Sigh not for love, the ways of love are dark!