The wintry wast extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. "The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast," The joyless winter day Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May: The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine! Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here firm I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want -- O do Thou grant This one request of mine! -- Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, Assist me to resign. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |