IF ON this night of still, white cold, I can remember May, New green of tree and underbrush, A hillside orchard's mounting flush, The scent of earth and noon's blue hush, A robin's jaunty way; If on this night of bitter frost, I know such things can be, That lovely May is trueah, well, I shall believe the tales men tell, Wonders of bliss and asphodel, And immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST EASTER (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |