DEAR, in wintry weather, How close we crept together! The storms, with all their thunder, Could not our fond hands sunder. No sorrow followed after Cold words or scornful laughter. How close we crept together, Through all the wintry weather! Dear, when each rose uncurled To its sweet narrow world, You went to cull its glory; You would not hear my story, Too sweet the birds were singing, Too fair the buds were swinging. If I should come or go You did not care to know. When each sweet rose uncurled To its unknown world, How could you e'er remember That in a bleak December, Through all the bitter weather, We crept so close together? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE |