FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The stir of the years Go by on the wind By night and day; And heeds no thing Of the needs of spring, Of autumn's wonder Or winter's chill; For one who sees The great sun freeze, As he wanders a-cold From hill to hill; And all her heart Is a woven part Of the flurry and drift Of whirling snow; For the sake of two Sad eyes and true, And the old, old love So long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER AT HOME by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A CROWNED POET by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |