No wind will walk upon the water there, That wears the pale defiance of the ice; First ice, a crystallizing of the air, Thin, brittle. When the pond is frozen twice The water will be then congealed -- and locked By shore and shore. Now there are open places, Dark mirrors where the clouds are making faces, The wind dislimns, as if he thought they mocked His play. Gruff winter, airy, blithe as spring, With fragile fancies -- men that deem him harsh Should see this ice today along the marsh, This magic of his momentary touch; For even early April would give much To build so light and delicate a thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONG ON THE WATER (1) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |