WHEN Love came in, one stormy night, His hands, poor boy, were frozen quite; He wept as one who grieveth sore, Knocked thrice, and opening wide my door Revealed the snow-drifts cold and white. I pitied him, -- the luckless wight; Drew Cupid to my fireside bright, And shared my winter's failing store, When Love came in. When, presto! could you see the sight! His eyes o'erbrimmed with roguish light, He laughed, that wanton god, and swore He ne'er would leave my threshold more. Sweetheart, have you forgot my plight When Love came in? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY MOON AND VENUS by ABUL MUGHIRA FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE |