I sat with chill December Beside the evening fire. "And what do you remember," I ventured to inquire, "Of seasons long forsaken?" He answered in amaze, "My age you have mistaken; I've lived but thirty days." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN OLD MUFF by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE TRIOLET: THOSE VIOLETS BLUE by H. W. BANKS LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DAIMYO'S POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |