Fresh from the page of Virgil's Pollio I look'd abroad upon the wintry land, And there I saw two dingy wethers stand Beside a patch of soil'd and thawing snow. With Maro's vision burning on mine eyes, Alas! I said, how meagre is the view! No wondrous ram with his spontaneous dyes, No bright Amomum with its eastern hue! But winter soon will pass, nor shall we need Assyrian flowers to deck our May and June; No sheep have we of that transcendent stock; But Agnes, merriest of our household flock, Will take a change of shawls into the mead, And shift at will from saffron to maroon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG WHEN LOVE GOES by SARA TEASDALE THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE THE PET NAME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |