THE wind is blowing cold from the west, And your hair is gray and thin; Come in, old Adam, and shut the door, -- Come in, old Adam, come in! "The wind is blowing out o' the west, Cold, cold, and my hair is thin; But it is not there, that face so fair, And why should I go in?" The wind is blowing cold from the west; The day is almost gone; The cock is abed, the cattle fed, And the night is coming on! Come in, old Adam, and shut the door, And leave without your care. "Nay, nay, for the sun of my life is down, And the night is everywhere." The cricket chirps, and your chair is set Where the fire shines warm and clear: Come in, old Adam, and you will forget It is not the spring o' the year. Come in! the wind blows wild from the west, And your hair is gray and thin. "'T is not there now, that sweet, sweet brow, And why should I go in?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |