Q. -- SAY, what is kindlier than snow, Warming the unborn flowers; Or robin's little minor song In autumn's serest hours; Say, where a gentler, tenderer thing In this harsh world of ours? A. -- To make the best of chill To-day Earth snow of heaven doth borrow; The robin sings of Yesterday, (Sing yesterday, sigh sorrow!); But give me hope's own excellence Glad in her flawless Morrow. The gentle vanishing of snow Ere yet the clod be broken; The songless swallow's level flight, -- Sweet summer's herald token; The quiet greeting of true eyes Ere love's first word be spoken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON IMMORTALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE PASSING BELL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HELICON AND CITHAERON by CORINNA (6TH CENTURY B.C.) TO A HERMIT THRUSH by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |