ON the flat road a man at last appears: How much his whitening hairs Owe to the settling snow's mute anchorage, And how much to a life's rough pilgrimage, One cannot certify. The frost is on the wane, And cobwebs hanging close outside the pane Pose as festoons of thick white worsted there, Of their pale presence no eye being aware Till the rime made them plain. A second man comes by; His ruddy beard brings fire to the pallid scene: His coat is faded green; Hence seems it that his mien Wears something of the dye Of the berried holm-trees that he passes nigh. The snow-feathers so gently swoop that though But half an hour ago The road was brown, and now is starkly white, A watcher would have failed defining quite When it transformed it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE LAST RAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO WILL D'AVENANT, MY FRIEND, UPON HIS POEM, 'MADAGASCAR' by THOMAS CAREW |