Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light, Wet, black branches are barred and entwined. Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot Dents into pools where a foot has been. Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen. Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers Scatter, forlorn, in dreary sorrow, Wrapping the mists round her withering form, Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow Travails to birth in the womb of the storm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |