PUT forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain The summer comes serenely on; Earth, air, and sun and skies combine To promise all that's kind and fair: -- But thou, O human heart of mine, Be still, contain thyself, and bear. December days were brief and chill, The winds of March were wild and drear, And, nearing and receding still, Spring never would, we thought, be here. The leaves that burst, the suns that shine, Had, not the less, their certain date: -- And thou, O human heart of mine, Be still, refrain thyself, and wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |