If then at last this ordeal shall be done, This test by fire, these javelin lights that splinter The delicate mind, I will abhor the sun. If ever I fell out of love with winter, Now have I lived with summer to my fill, And I am heartsick for the orchid shadows The hemlocks cast on a December hill, And for the snowdrifts on the river meadows. When these, the desert and the drouth, are ended, I will go homeward to the frozen brooks. By the still hearth the dazed mind shall be mended, And the long firelight play across my books. Ah, then at last, the summer being over, Winter will be more kind than any lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE VERSES FOR A GUEST ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |