MID sunshine's glow I freezing stand While flow'rs bloom brilliantly, Since once a cold and cruel hand A draught hath given me. I'm freezing by the fireside's blaze; Though hot flames fiercely rolled, And I should ever at them gaze, Still ever I'd be cold. E'en though with sun and fire's glow The highest heavens were red, My blood, now ice, would never flow: I freeze -- my heart is dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HONOUR'S APPEAL TO JUSTICE by OLIVA WARD BUSH HAYING, VERMONT AND GINGER DRINK COORDINATED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |