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


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First Line: The colds winds rave on the icy river
Last Line: A bent body wearily plods alone.
Subject(s): Seasons


THE colds winds rave on the icy river,
The leafless branches complain and shiver,
The snow clouds sweep on, to a dreary tune, --
Can these be the earth and the heavens of June? --

When the blossoming trees gleam in virginal white,
And heaven's gate opens wide in the lucid night,
And there comes no sound on the perfumed air
But the passionate brown bird, carolling fair,

And the lush grass in upland and lowland stands deep,
And the loud landrail lulls the children to sleep,
And the white still road and the thick leaved wood
Are haunted by fanciful solitude;

And by garden and lane men and maidens walk,
Busied with trivial, loverlike talk;
And the white and the red rose, newly blown,
Open, each with a perfume and grace of its own.

The cold wind sweeps o'er the desolate hill,
The stream is bound fast and the wolds are chill;
And by the dead flats, where the cold blasts moan,
A bent body wearily plods alone.





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