@2B@1ECAUSE that thou art pale and cold and still, I feel thy spirit, Winter, one with mine; All times are sunlit saving only thine, And all but thee the joys of life fulfill: Sweet madcap Spring skips free from hill to hill, And Summer's golden sap swells every vine, The wine-dark eyes of Autumn brood benign Through purpling ways upon the whippoorwill. His note is silenced, gray and lonely ghost, By thee alone; from thee the birds and streams Shudder away for shelter, love thee not; And the great Glory thou dost worship most Withdraws his being, and averts his beams, And leaves thee to thy melancholy lot. He does not know the secret in thy heart, And why thy face is pale he does not dream, Nor yet how excellent thy sight would seem If he approaching saw thee what thou art: In his smile smiling, of his presence part, By his warm radiance made to glow and gleam;— Thy fruitful beauty straight becomes his theme, And love his challenge is, and love his chart, So, Winter, is it with the soul of me My hero scorns so slight and frail to find— And ever slighter while it waits unblest;— O turn he but a moment, he should see His own light in these eyes, to all else blind, His holiest honour in this faithful breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP THE PLAYERS by FRANCIS LAWRENCE BICKLEY FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 21 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 16 by BLISS CARMAN ON READING A FRAGMENT CALLED THE FLOWER OF THE FOREST by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON EXPERIENCE by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY JANUARY DUSK by JOHN DRINKWATER MUNDUS MOROSUS (THE WORLD MOROSE) by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER |