Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOPE DEFERRED, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, snows so pure! Oh, peaks so high! Last Line: I shall not reach you till I die! Subject(s): Adventure And Adventurers; Hope; Snow; Optimism | ||||||||
OH, snows so pure! oh, peaks so high! I lift to you a hopeless eye. I see your icy ramparts drawn Between the sleepers and the dawn. I see you, when the sun has set, Flush with the dying daylight yet. I see you, passionless and pure, Above the lightnings stand secure; But may not climb, for now the hours Are spring's, and earth a maze of flowers. And now, 'mid summer's dust and heat, I stay my steps for childish feet. And now, when autumn glows, I fear To lose the harvest of the year. Now winter frowns, and life runs slow, Even on the plains I tread thro' snow. While ye are veiled, or, dimly seen, Only reveal what might have been; And where high hope would once aspire Broods a dark storm-cloud dealing fire. Oh, snows so pure! oh, peaks so high! I shall not reach you till I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by DEREK MAHON A CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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