When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose, We can abide life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Whilst Virtue is our walking staff, And Truth a lantern to our path; We can abide life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. Blow boisterous Wind, stern Winter frown, Innocence is a Winter's gown; So clad, we'll abide life's pelting storm That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CASA GUIDI WINDOWS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BALLAD OF A GRAY CLOAK by ELIZABETH BUELL A FAREWELL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON UPON A MISER THAT MADE A GREAT FEAST; THE NEXT DAY HE DIED FOR GRIEF by JOHN CLEVELAND SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 1 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |