Now that deep snow Is over everything I hardly ever go To see my swing. Such a lovely swing It used to be! And the apple tree @2Used to be@1 The beautifullest thing In all the world, to me! But now it stands so still and bare, With my poor swing a-dangling there, All stiff with ice and snow, That I hardly know Whether it was I Or some other boy That used to be so happy Swinging there, Long ago! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ADDRESS TO A STEAM-VESSEL by JOANNA BAILLIE IT CANNOT BE WISDOM by TANIA BROOK THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |