As yet thy griefs have been but summer showers,
Thy greatest ills but crumpled leaves of flowers;
Still, tho' thus blest thy former hours have been,
Thy happiest days, I trust, thou hast not seen,
But still more blest, as runs the sand of life,
Than child or sister was, will be the wife.
I am busy working to bring Amelia Alderson Opie's "As yet Thy Griefs Have Been but Summer Showers" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Amelia Alderson Opie's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "As yet Thy Griefs Have Been but Summer Showers" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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