Why did you bring me here? The sand is white with snow, Over the wooden domes The winter sea-winds blow -- There is no shelter near, Come, let us go. With foam of icy lace The sea creeps up the sand, The wind is like a hand That strikes us in the face. Doors that June set a-swing Are bolted long ago; We try them uselessly -- Alas, there cannot be For us a second spring; Come, let us go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |