THE year has cast his cloak away Of wind, and cold, and rainy sky, And has put on his broidery Of sparkling sunshine, clear and gay. There are no beasts, nor birds, but they Each in his tongue do sing and cry, The year has cast his cloak away Of wind, and cold, and rainy sky. Rivers and springs and brooks display All their prettiest livery, Silvery drops and jewellery; They all are decked in fresh array: The year has cast his cloak away Of wind, and cold, and rainy sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD by LI PO A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |