WHEN winter covering all the ground Hides every sign of Spring, sir. However you may look around, Pray what will then you sing, sir? The Spring was here last year I know, And many bards did flute, sir; I shall not fear a little snow Forbid me from my lute, sir. If words grow dull and rhymes grow rare, I'll sing of Spring's farewell, sir. For every season steals an air, Which has a Springtime smell, sir. But if upon the other side, With passionate longing burning, Will seek the half unjeweled tide, And sing of Spring's returning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS LONDON VOLUNTARIES: 3. SCHERZANDO by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |