ALWAYS before, the clear unbroken snow Lay from our doorway to the riverside Trackless and plain. Our feet had never tried The depth of it. We never sought to go Out to the water, where its narrow flow Wound off among tall hemlocks, bent to hide The upper valley meadows with their wide Branches snowed down, and young trees leaning low. Strange that we never broke the snow, my friend, But sought our fire, and books, and day by day Watched at a distance through the window-pane; And never knew that there would come an end To watching, or that eyes would seek in vain For untracked snow along some city way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY |