Against the curtained casement wind and sleet Rattle and thresh, while snug by our own fire In dear companionship that naught may tire We sit, -- you listening, sewing in your seat, Half-dreaming in the glow of light and heat, I reading some old tale of love's desire That swept on gold wings to disaster dire Then sprang re-orient from black defeat. I close the book, and louder yet the storm Threshes without. Your busy hands are still; And on your face and hair the light is warm, As we sit gazing on the coals' red gleam In a gold glow of happiness, and dream Diviner dreams the years shall yet fulfil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD |