Now that deep snow Is over everything I hardly ever go To see my swing. Such a lovely swing It used to be! And the apple tree @2Used to be@1 The beautifullest thing In all the world, to me! But now it stands so still and bare, With my poor swing a-dangling there, All stiff with ice and snow, That I hardly know Whether it was I Or some other boy That used to be so happy Swinging there, Long ago! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 9. MR. NIXON by EZRA POUND THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON |