'Tis noon, the heaven is clear without a cloud; And, on the masses of untrodden snow, The inefficient sunbeams glance and glow: Still is the mountain swathed in its white shroud: But look along the lake!—hark to the hum Of mingling crowds!—in graceful curves how swings The air-poised skater—Mercury without wings!— Rings the wide ice, a murmur never dumb; While over all, in fits harmonious, come The dulcet tones which Music landward flings. There moves the ermined fair, with timid toe, Half-pain'd, half-pleased. Yes! all is joy and mirth, As if, though Frost could subjugate mean earth, He had no chains to bind the spirit's flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UNDER THE WATERFALL by THOMAS HARDY THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON |