(LINES FROM A LETTER TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS) O THOU whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest-time. O thou, whose only book has been the light Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on Night after night when Phoebus was away, To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn. O fret not after knowledge--I have none, And yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge--I have none, And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens At thought of idleness cannot be idle, And he's awake who thinks himself asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD TO MR. BARBAULD, NOVEMBER 14, 1778 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |