Why did you bring me here? The sand is white with snow, Over the wooden domes The winter sea-winds blow -- There is no shelter near, Come, let us go. With foam of icy lace The sea creeps up the sand, The wind is like a hand That strikes us in the face. Doors that June set a-swing Are bolted long ago; We try them uselessly -- Alas, there cannot be For us a second spring; Come, let us go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY GARDEN DAYS: 3. THE FLOWERS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO THE DAISY (3) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |