Here now is Winter. Winter, after all, Is not so drear as was my boding dream While Autumn gleamed its latest watery gleam On sapless leafage too inert to fall. Still leaves and berries clothe my garden wall Where ivy thrives on scantiest sunny beam; Still here a bud and there a blossom seem Hopeful, and robin still is musical. Leaves, flowers and fruit and one delightful song Remain; these days are short, but now the nights Intense and long, hang out their utmost lights; Such starry nights are long, yet not too long; Frost nips the weak, while strengthening still the strong Against that day when Spring sets all to rights. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BURIED LIFE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 3 by WILLIAM BASSE THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |