Because the sky is blue; because blithe May <br />Masks in the wren's note and the lilac's hue; <br />Because -- in fine, because the sky is blue <br />I will read none but piteous tales to-day. <br />Keep happy laughter till the skies be gray, <br />And the sad season cypress wears, and rue; <br />Then, when the wind is moaning in the flue, <br />And ways are dark, bid Chaucer make us gay. <br />But now a little sadness! All too sweet <br />This springtide riot, this most poignant air, <br />This sensuous world of color and perfume. <br />So listen, love, while I the woes repeat <br />Of Hamlet and Ophelia, and that pair <br />Whose bridal bed was builded in a tomb.<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/books-and-seasons/
