The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge Most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes Rest on each twig and spike of withered sedge, Resembling scattered feathers; -- vainly breaks The pale split sunbeam through the frowning cloud, On Winter's frowns below -- from day to day Unmelted still he spreads his hoary shroud, In dithering pride on the pale traveler's way, Who, croodling, hastens from the storm behind Fast gathering deep and black, again to find His cottage-fire and corner's sheltering bounds; Where, haply, such uncomfortable days Make musical the wood-sap's frizzling sounds, And hoarse loud bellows puffing up the blaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WOULD YOU RETURN? by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOVE ON THE MOUNTAIN by THOMAS BOYD THE CHIVALRY OF THE SEA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |