THE year has cast his cloak away Of wind, and cold, and rainy sky, And has put on his broidery Of sparkling sunshine, clear and gay. There are no beasts, nor birds, but they Each in his tongue do sing and cry, The year has cast his cloak away Of wind, and cold, and rainy sky. Rivers and springs and brooks display All their prettiest livery, Silvery drops and jewellery; They all are decked in fresh array: The year has cast his cloak away Of wind, and cold, and rainy sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |