THE Time hath laid his mantle by Of wind and rain and icy chill, And dons a rich embroidery Of sunlight poured on lake and hill. No beast or bird in earth or sky, Whose voice doth not with gladness thrill, For Time hath laid his mantle by Of wind and rain and icy chill. River and fountain, brook and rill, Bespangled o'er with livery gay Of silver droplets, wind their way. All in their new apparel vie, For Time hath laid his mantle by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A NIGHT-SCENE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE CARPENTER'S STORY by ARCHIE BINNS CATHERINE TO GREGORY, THE POPE by MARY KATE BLAND THE SUNKEN LANE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MAKING FRIENDS by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THE VAIN QUESTION by ADA CAMBRIDGE |