As I came out of Wiseman's Street, The air was thick with driven sleet; Crossing over Proudman's Square Cold louring clouds obscured the air; But as I entered Goodman's Lane The burning sun came out again; And on the roofs of Children's Row In solemn glory shone the snow. There did I lodge; there hope to die: Envying no man -- no, not I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |