The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here. And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm. Rest then, and rest, And think of the best Twixt summer and spring When all birds sing In the town of the tree, And ye lie in me And scarce dare move Lest earth and its love Should fade away Ere the full of the day. I am old and have seen Many things that have been, Both grief and peace, And wane and increase. No tale I tell Of ill or well, But this I say, Night treadeth on day, And for worst and best Right good is rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |