ALL within is warm, Here without it's very cold, Now the year is grown so old And the dead leaves swarm. In your heart is light, Here without it's very dark, When shall I hear the lark? When see aright? Oh, for a moment's space! Draw the clinging curtains wide Whilst I wait and yearn outside Let the light fall on my face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEST WIND by JOHN MASEFIELD KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |