KEEN, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare. Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimfull of the friendliness That in a little cottage I have found; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress, And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd; Of lovely Laura in her light green dress, And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BE STILL, MY SOUL by ARCHILOCHUS THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |