O WINTER! wilt thou never, never go? O summer! but I weary for thy coming, Longing once more to hear the Luggie flow, And frugal bees, laboriously humming. Now the east-wind diseases the infirm, And they must crouch in corners from rough weather; Sometimes a winter sunset is a charm, -- When the fired clouds, compacted, blaze together, And the large sun dips red behind the hills. I, from my window, can behold this pleasure; And the eternal moon, what time she fills Her orb with argent, treading a soft measure, With queenly motions of a bridal mood, Through the white spaces of infinitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE BLACK ROSES by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. MORTAL JEALOUSY by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 65 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |