I LOOKING forward to the spring One puts up with anything. On this February day Though the winds leap down the street Wintry scourgings seem but play, And these later shafts of sleet - Sharper pointed than the first - And these later snows - the worst - Are as a half-transparent blind Riddled by rays from sun behind. II Shadows of the October pine Reach into this room of mine: On the pine there swings a bird; He is shadowed with the tree. Mutely perched he bills no word; Blank as I am even is he. For those happy suns are past, Fore-discerned in winter last. When went by their pleasure, then? I, alas, perceived not when. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CHERRY TREE IN AUTUMN by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN THE GALLERY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND |