THE fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing wood, A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stood Beside the roadway. Winds came muttering Of storms to be, and brought the chilly sting Of icebergs in their breath. Stalled cattle mooed Forth plaintive pleadings for the earth's green food. No gleam, no hint of hope in anything. The sky was blank and ashen, like the face Of some poor wretch who drains life's cup too fast. Yet, swaying to and fro, as if to fling About chilled Nature its lithe arms of grace, Smiling with promise in the wintry blast, The optimistic Willow spoke of spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMAGE IN LAVA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO THE SHAH (2) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 18. HARD TO BE PLEASED by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE MAID'S TRAGEDY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |