O, WHEN 't is summer weather, And the yellow bee, with fairy sound, The waters clear is humming round, And the cuckoo sings unseen, And the leaves are waving green,— O, then 't is sweet, In some retreat, To hear the murmuring dove, With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the greenwood together. But when 't is winter weather, And crosses grieve, And friends deceive, And rain and sleet The lattice beat,— O, then 't is sweet To sit and sing Of the friends with whom, in the days of spring, We roamed through the greenwood together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RAZOR-SELLER by JOHN WOLCOTT THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR |