I saw him on his throne, far in the North, Him ye call Winter, picturing him ever An aged man, whose frame, with palsied shiver Bends o'er the fiery element, his foe. But him I saw was a young god whose brow Was crown'd with jagged icicles, and forth From his keen spirit-like eyes there shone a light Broad, glaring, and intensely cold and bright. His breath, like sharp-edged arrows, pierced the air; The naked earth crouched shuddering at his feet; His finger on all murmuring waters sweet Lay icily, -- motion nor sound was there; Nature seem'd frozen -- dead; and still and slow A winding sheet fell o'er her features fair, Flaky and white from his wide wings of snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A LAY OF ST. GENGULPHUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 2. STRUGGLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN OCTOBER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. BELIEVE YOURSELF A WHOLE by EDWARD CARPENTER |