DIP down upon the northern shore, O sweet new-year, delaying long: Thou dost expectant Nature wrong; Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded noons, Thy sweetness from its proper place? Can trouble live with April days, Or sadness in the summer moons? Bring orchis, bring the foxglove spire, The little speedwell's darling blue, Deep tulips dashed with fiery dew, Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire. O thou, new-year, delaying long, Delayest the sorrow in my blood, That longs to burst a frozen bud, And flood a fresher throat with song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PSALM OF TRAVEL by GEORGE SANTAYANA ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |