Oh, silence your levity, Still your mirth; Hear how the deep frosts Groan in the earth While taproots stir In their sleep and moan, And bright ice lies In the brook like stone. Now a frozen frenzy Of mortal cold Goes clutching at creatures Alone on the wold, Who seek in a spume Of windy welter Some moonless hollow That might be shelter From the white sword of death. O skies be kind And temper your snows To the stag and the hind; And hide in the covert Of your dark arms, O trees, all the little ones Safe from alarms; For Something is brooding As heavy as sin Over the wastelands And would come in But for this sturdy latch. God only knows How warm blood can shelter In drifting snows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE LAW OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LEANDER DROWNED by PHILIP AYRES |