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 | ||||||||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE ILLUSTRATION?ÇÖA FOOTNOTE by DENISE LEVERTOV FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL POETRY MACHINES by CATE MARVIN LENDING LIBRARY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY |
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