Against the curtained casement wind and sleet Rattle and thresh, while snug by our own fire In dear companionship that naught may tire We sit, -- you listening, sewing in your seat, Half-dreaming in the glow of light and heat, I reading some old tale of love's desire That swept on gold wings to disaster dire Then sprang re-orient from black defeat. I close the book, and louder yet the storm Threshes without. Your busy hands are still; And on your face and hair the light is warm, As we sit gazing on the coals' red gleam In a gold glow of happiness, and dream Diviner dreams the years shall yet fulfil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CHEMISTRY OF A POEM by CAROLYN AUSTIN |