The round silver disk of a cold sun Throws long blue shadows along the snow; Ghostly fingers, shifting and changing as they play On the cold white keyboard of a winter's day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS AMORETTI: 75 by EDMUND SPENSER OF MAIDENS' PRAISE: AN INVOCATION by SAINT ALDHELM OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |