Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the stream's breast gaily run, The wind more boisterously by me blows, And each succeeding day now longer grows. The birds a gladder music have begun, The squirrel, full of mischief and of fun, From maple's topmost branch the brown twig throws. I read these pregnant signs, know what they mean: I know that thou art making ready to go. Oh stay! I fled a land where fields are green Always, and palms wave gently to and fro, And winds are balmy, blue brooks ever sheen, To ease my heart of its impassioned woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN IN STATE by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |