SEE the fur coats go by! The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple. I will curl myself cushion-shape On the window-seat; I will read poems by snow-light. If I cannot understand them so, I will turn them upside down And read them by the red candles Of garden brambles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DRINKING; PARAPHRASED by ANACREON VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AIR AN' LIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE APOSTLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 46. FAREWELL TO JULIET (8) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |