SLOW clear away the misty shades of morn, As sings the Redbreast on the window-sill; Fade the last stars; the air is stern and still; And lo! bright frost-work on the leafless thorn. Why, Day-god, why so late? the tardy heaven Brightens; and, screaming downwards to the shore Of the waste sea, the dim-seen gulls pass o'er, A scatter'd crowd, by natural impulse driven Home to their element. All yesternight From spongy ragged clouds pour'd down the rain, And, in the wind gusts, on the window pane Rattled aloud; but now the sky grows bright. Winter! since thou must govern us again, O, take not in fierce tyrannies delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WEDDED (PROVENCAL AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON MARIAN; AN OPERETTA: SONG (2) by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE |