Surly Winter, come not here; Bluster in thy proper sphere: Howl along the naked plain, There exert thy joyless reign; Triumph o'er the withered flower, The leafless shrub, the ruined bower; But our cottage come not near; -- Other springs inhabit here, Other sunshine decks our board, Than the niggard skies afford. Gloomy Winter, hence! away! Love and Fancy scorn thy sway; Love and Joy, and friendly Mirth, Shall bless this roof, these walls, this hearth; The rigour of the year controul, And thaw the winter in the soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |