DIE down, O dismal day, and let me live; And come, blue deeps, magnificently strewn With colored clouds,--large, light, and fugitive,-- By upper winds through pompous motions blown. Now it is death in life,--a vapor dense Creeps round my window, till I cannot see The far snow-shining mountains, and the glens Shagging the mountain-tops. O God! make free This barren shackled earth, so deadly cold,-- Breathe gently forth thy spring, till winter flies In rude amazement, fearful and yet bold, While she performs her customed charities; I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare,-- O God, for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AVIENUS: TO HIS FRIENDS by RUFUS FESTUS AVIENUS |