Will you come as of old with singing, And shall I hear as of old? Shall I rush to open the window In spite of the arrowy cold? Ah no, my dear, ah no, I shall sit by the fire reading, Though you sing half the night in the snow I shall not be heeding. Though your voice remembers the forest, The warm green light and the birds, Though you gather the sea in your singing And pour its sound into words, Even so, my dear, even so, I shall not heed you at all; Though your shoulders are white with snow, Though you strain your voice to a call, I shall drowse and the fire will drowse, The draught will be cold on the floor, The clock running down, Snow banking the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |