NOW Winter turns the roadway white. In evil snares thy days are held. The bitter wind thy hand doth bite, In frosty hate thy joy is quelled. The furrows fill with snow amain. The light grows dimmer. ... Now make fast Against the sleet thy shutter'd pane, Thy door against the northern blast. But leave thy heart unshut to light, A holy window. If the hue Of light be lost still God may smite With splendour of his glory through. Mistrust the mortal fruit of bliss, Mistrust man's hateful lust of strife, Mistrust all priestly mysteries, But still believe in love, O life! In love as pure as at the first Still shining thro' life's prison bars, Whose draught is wine to human thirst, Whose light is as the sheen of stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON |