Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARBOUR, by ANNE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I'll rest me in this sheltered bower Last Line: Confined by such a chain as this? Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Acton Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
I'LL rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the trees, Which stand so thickly clustering by; And view their green and glossy leaves, All glistening in the sunshine fair; And list the rustling of their boughs, So softly whispering through the air. And while my ear drinks in the sound, My winged soul shall fly away; Reviewing long departed years As one mild, beaming, autumn day; And soaring on to future scenes, Like hills and woods, and valleys green, All basking in the summer's sun, But distant still, and dimly seen. Oh, list! 'tis summer's very breath That gently shakes the rustling trees -- But look! the snow is on the ground -- How can I think of scenes like these? 'Tis but the frost that clears the air, And gives the sky that lovely blue; They're smiling in a winter's sun, Those evergreens of sombre hue. And winter's chill is on my heart -- How can I dream of future bliss? How can my spirit soar away, Confined by such a chain as this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN |
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