I sit beside the brazier's glow, And, drowsing in the heat, I dream of daffodils that blow And lambs that frisk and bleat -- Black lambs that frolic in the snow Among the daffodils, In a far orchard that I know Beneath the Malvern hills. Next year the daffodils will blow, And lambs will frisk and bleat; But I'll not feel the brazier's glow, Nor any cold or heat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S EPITAPH by EBENEZER ELLIOTT HORATIAN ECHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OUR BE'THPLEACE by WILLIAM BARNES CLOWNS' DAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. ROSES by THOMAS CAMPION |