STORMS of the winter, and deepening snows, When will you end? I said, For the soul within me was numb with woes, And my heart uncomforted. When will you cease, O dismal days? When will you set me free? For the frozen world and its desolate ways Are all unloved of me! I waited long, but the answer came -- The kiss of the sunshine lay Warm as a flame on the lips that frame The song in my heart to-day. Blossoms of summer-time waved in the air, Glimmers of sun in the sea; Fair thoughts followed me everywhere, And the world was dear to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM THE PROGRESS OF POETRY; A VARIATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN EVENING ON CALAIS BEACH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER A SONG OF SUN SETTING by JANE BARLOW |