I LOOKING forward to the spring One puts up with anything. On this February day Though the winds leap down the street Wintry scourgings seem but play, And these later shafts of sleet - Sharper pointed than the first - And these later snows - the worst - Are as a half-transparent blind Riddled by rays from sun behind. II Shadows of the October pine Reach into this room of mine: On the pine there swings a bird; He is shadowed with the tree. Mutely perched he bills no word; Blank as I am even is he. For those happy suns are past, Fore-discerned in winter last. When went by their pleasure, then? I, alas, perceived not when. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |