ON the wide fields the water gleams like snow, And snow like water pale beneath pale sky, When old and burdened the white clouds are stooped low. Sudden as thought, or startled near bird's cry, The whiteness of first light on hills of snow New dropped from skiey hills of tumbling white Streams from the ridge to where the long woods lie; And tall ridge-trees lift their soft crowns of white Above slim bodies all black or flecked with snow. By the tossed foam of the not yet frozen brook Black pigs go straggling over fields of snow; The air is full of snow, and starling and rook Are blacker amid the myriad streams of light. Warm as old fire the Red House burns yet bright Beneath the unmelting snows of pine and larch, While February moves as slow, as slow As Spring might never come, never come March. Amid such snows, by generations haunted, By echoes, memories and dreams enchanted, Firm when dark winds through the night stamp and shout, Brightest when time silvers the world all about, That old house called @3The Heart@1 burns, burns, and still Outbraves the mortal threat of the hanging hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG ACT 5 (MIDNIGHT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |