All the Robin Redbreasts Have lived the winter thro', Jenny Wrens have pecked their fill And found a work to do, Families of Sparrows Have weathered wind & storm With Rabbit on the stony hill And Hare upon her form. You & I, my Mother, Have lived the winter thro', And still we play our daily parts And still find work to do: And still the cornfields flourish, The olive & the vine, And still you reign my Queen of Hearts And I'm your Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE PIED BEAUTY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM |