THE wintry winds have ceased to blow, And trembling leaves appear; And fairest flowers succeed the snow, And hail the infant year. So, when the world and all its woes Are vanish'd far away, Fair scenes and wonderful repose Shall bless the new-born day, -- When, from the confines of the grave, The body too shall rise; No more precarious passion's slave, Nor error's sacrifice. 'Tis but a sleep -- and Sion's king Will call the many dead: 'Tis but a sleep -- and then we sing, O'er dreams of sorrow fled. Yes! -- wintry winds have ceased to blow, And trembling leaves appear, And Nature has her types to show Throughout the varying year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PACCHIAROTTO AND HOW HE WORKED IN DISTEMPER by ROBERT BROWNING |