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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY BOOKS, by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS
First Line: When falls the winter snow I little care nor yet what
Last Line: With happiness anew.
Subject(s): Books; Reading
First Line: When falls the winter snow I little care nor yet what
Last Line: With happiness anew.
Subject(s): Books; Reading
When falls the winter snow I little care nor yet what cold winds blow,
For here beside the fire
Are many friends of whom I never tire:
Jane Austin sits with me
And oh, what company!
Or else the Brontes make the fireside glow
With their strange spirit. Wordsworth comes and then
Most lovable of men,
Dear Browning, ah, I've named not even ten
Of those who come and go.
When the December of my life shall come and those that now I love,
The best, perhaps -- are gone,
I shall not be quite friendless and forlorn,
These same dear ones will be
Spring, youth and love to me,
I shall be young with them and happy too,
And who can tell? In that great Afterplace,
I, by diviner grace,
May touch their hands and look upon each face
With happiness anew.
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