CUET English Language Comprehension - Poem 20 — Flashcards

'In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,    
And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire;    
The birds in vain and amorous descant join,    
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire.    
These ears, alas! for other notes repine;    
'A different object do these eyes require;    
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;    
And in my breast the imperfect joys expire;'    
Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,    
And new-born pleasure brings to happier men;    
The fields to all their wanted tribute bear;    
To warm their little loves the birds complain.    
'I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,    
And weep the more because I weep in vain.'    
— Thomas Gray