Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHERE IT IS WINTER, by GEORGE O'NEIL


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WHERE IT IS WINTER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Now there is frost upon the hill
Last Line: And no more spring.
Subject(s): Winter


Now there is frost upon the hill
And no leaf stirring in the wood;
The little streams are cold and still;
Never so still has winter stood.
Never so held as in this hollow,
Beneath these hemlocks dark and low,
Brooding this hour that hours must follow
Burdened with snow. . . .

Now there is nothing, no confusion,
To shield against the silence here;
And spirits, barren of illusion,
To whom all agonies are clear,
Rush on the naked heart and cry
Of every poignant shining thing
Where there is little left to die
And no more Spring.





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