Twice in the year The heavens are near. Closing softly upon the eye. Tenderly pressed As a mother's breast On the hungry mouth and the groping cry. Once when the slow, Hesitant snow Spreads a silence on vale and hill. And awes the trees To their praying knees, And draws the curtains and says. "Be still!" And once again When the walks of men Are suddenly roofed with a trembling screen, In a day, an hour, Of sun and shower, A laugh of leaves and a burst of green ! And high and far The heavens are, Twice in the sweep of the swinging year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EVENING MYSTERY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |