I KNOW it must be winter (though I sleep) -- I know it must be winter, for I dream I dip my bare feet in the running stream, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. I know I must be old (how age deceives!) -- I know I must be old, for, all unseen, My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green, When late rains patter on the falling sheaves. I know I must be tired (and tired souls err) -- I know I must be tired, for all my soul To deeds of daring beats a glad, faint roll, As storms the riven pine to music stir. I know I must be dying (Death draws near) -- I know I must be dying, for I crave Life -- life, strong life, and think not of the grave, And turf-bound silence, in the frosty year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY |