When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose, We can abide life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Whilst Virtue is our walking staff, And Truth a lantern to our path; We can abide life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Blow boisterous Wind, stern Winter frown, Innocence is a Winter's gown; So clad, we'll abide life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE CARD-DEALER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CHERRY TREES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 98 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |