I Winter without And warmth within; The winds may shout And the storm begin; The snows may pack At the window-pane, And the skies grow black, And the sun remain Hidden away The livelong day - But here - in here is the warmth of May! II Swoop your spitefullest Up the flue, Wild Winds - do! What in the world do I care for you? O delightfullest Weather of all, Howl and squall, And shake the trees till the last leaves fall! III The joy one feels, In an easy-chair, Cocking his heels In the dancing air That wreathes the rim of a roaring stove Whose heat loves better than hearts can love, Will not permit The coldest day To drive away The fire in his blood, and the bliss of it! IV Then blow, Winds blow! And rave and shriek, And snarl and snow, Till your breath grows weak -- While here in my room I'm as snugly shut As a glad little worm In the heart of a nut! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HURRICANE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STANZAS ADDRESSED TO SOME FRIEND GOING TO THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON |