SAD-HEARTED, be at peace: the snowdrop lies Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow; But spring is floating up the southern skies, And darkling the pale snowdrop waits below. Let me persuade: in dull December's day We scarce believe there is a month of June; But up the stairs of April and of May The hot sun climbeth to the summer's noon. Yet hear me: I love God, and half I rest. O better! God loves thee, so all rest thou. He is our summer, our dim-visioned Best;— And in his heart thy prayer is resting now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A DARK GIRL by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |