Summer fading, winter comes -- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how all things are Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks, In the picture story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AT ELLIS ISLAND by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS CHILDREN OF LIGHT by BERNARD BARTON O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A VISION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |