THE Time hath laid his mantle by Of wind and rain and icy chill, And dons a rich embroidery Of sunlight poured on lake and hill. No beast or bird in earth or sky, Whose voice doth not with gladness thrill, For Time hath laid his mantle by Of wind and rain and icy chill. River and fountain, brook and rill, Bespangled o'er with livery gay Of silver droplets, wind their way. All in their new apparel vie, For Time hath laid his mantle by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE THE BOBBIN-WINDER by JOSEPHINE ELIZABETH ARCHER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 70, 71. MUKADDIM, MUWAKHIR by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD |