Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HOPE DEFERRED, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907)



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HOPE DEFERRED, by                     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!





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