THERE'S snow on the fields, And cold in the cottage, While I sit in the chimney nook Supping hot pottage. My clothes are soft and warm, Fold upon fold, But I'm so sorry for the poor Out in the cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |