Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET'S JOURNAL: IN WINTER, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: The valley stream is frozen Last Line: Wait in the womb of the snow! Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): Future; Love; Past; Winter | ||||||||
THE valley stream is frozen, The hills are cold and bare, And the wild white bees of winter Swarm in the darkened air. I look on the naked forest: Was it ever green in June? Did it burn with gold and crimson In the dim autumnal noon? I look on the barren meadow: Was it ever heaped with hay? Did it hide the grassy cottage Where the skylark's children lay? I look on the desolate garden: Is it true the rose was there? And the woodbine's musky blossoms, And the hyacinth's purple hair? I look on my heart, and marvel If Love were ever its own, -- If the spring of promise brightened, And the summer of passion shone? Is the stem of bliss but withered, And the root survives the blast? Are the seeds of the Future sleeping Under the leaves of the Past? Ah, yes! for a thousand Aprils The frozen germs shall grow, And the dews of a thousand summers, Wait in the womb of the snow! | 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 CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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