DEAR, in wintry weather, How close we crept together! The storms, with all their thunder, Could not our fond hands sunder. No sorrow followed after Cold words or scornful laughter. How close we crept together, Through all the wintry weather! Dear, when each rose uncurled To its sweet narrow world, You went to cull its glory; You would not hear my story, Too sweet the birds were singing, Too fair the buds were swinging. If I should come or go You did not care to know. When each sweet rose uncurled To its unknown world, How could you e'er remember That in a bleak December, Through all the bitter weather, We crept so close together? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA POEM FOR PICTURE: TO AN OIL PAINTING BY WINSLOW HOMER (DRIFTWOOD) by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. |