THE TOWNSMAN PLEASANT enough in the seed time, Pleasant enough in the hay time, Pleasant enough in the grain time, When oaks don golden gowns, But the need time, The grey time, How bear ye them, How fare ye then When the rain clouds whip over the gorse on the downs, How bear ye, them, how fare ye then? GIPSY We lie round the fire and we hark to the wind As it wails in the gorse and it whips on the down, And the wet-wood smoke drives us winking blind, But there's smoke and wind and woe in the town Harder to bear There than here in the saddest month of the weariest year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT I, TOO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DRINKING SONG, FR. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL by RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN THE SPIDER AND THE BEE (A TALE FOR THE TIMES) by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |