Q. -- SAY, what is kindlier than snow, Warming the unborn flowers; Or robin's little minor song In autumn's serest hours; Say, where a gentler, tenderer thing In this harsh world of ours? A. -- To make the best of chill To-day Earth snow of heaven doth borrow; The robin sings of Yesterday, (Sing yesterday, sigh sorrow!); But give me hope's own excellence Glad in her flawless Morrow. The gentle vanishing of snow Ere yet the clod be broken; The songless swallow's level flight, -- Sweet summer's herald token; The quiet greeting of true eyes Ere love's first word be spoken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORRYMEELA by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN GREATER LOVE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON TO MRS -- RETURNING FINE HYACINTH PLANT AFTER BLOOM IS OVER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |