THE wintry winds have ceased to blow, And trembling leaves appear; And fairest flowers succeed the snow, And hail the infant year. So, when the world and all its woes Are vanish'd far away, Fair scenes and wonderful repose Shall bless the new-born day, -- When, from the confines of the grave, The body too shall rise; No more precarious passion's slave, Nor error's sacrifice. 'Tis but a sleep -- and Sion's king Will call the many dead: 'Tis but a sleep -- and then we sing, O'er dreams of sorrow fled. Yes! -- wintry winds have ceased to blow, And trembling leaves appear, And Nature has her types to show Throughout the varying year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA HEALALL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND LOVE IN THE VALLEY (VERSION A) by GEORGE MEREDITH OF MAIDENS' PRAISE: AN INVOCATION by SAINT ALDHELM FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE NURSE'S STORY: THE HAND OF GLORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |