When snow, like silence visible, Hath hushed the summer bird, Thy voice, a never-frozen rill Of melody, is heard. But when from winter's lethargy The buds begin to blow, Thy voice is mute, and suddenly Thou vanishest like snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |