THESE winter nights, against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again -- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.... By and by, I in my leafy garden as of old, These frosty fantasies shall charm my eye In azure, damask, emerald, and gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |