WINTER wakeneth all my care, Now the boughs be waxen bare, Oft I sigh, and mourn full sair When it cometh in my thought How this world's joy doth go to naught! Now it is, and now 't is not, As it ne'er had been, I wot, Many a man this word hath got: "Naught endureth save God's Will --" That we must die doth please us ill. What afore was fresh and green Now doth fade and fail, I ween, Jesu, let Thine Help be seen, Shield us all from Hell -- For where I go I may not know, Nor how long I here may dwell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |