THE winds are blustering and rough, the frost keeps at it, steady; a little winter is enough, you've had your share already. You're tired of winter, grim and drear, you're tired of all his poses. Cheer up! The spring will soon be here, with nightingales and roses! You're tired of blowing in your roll that you may keep from freezing, for cords of wood and tons of coal—it surely isn't pleasing. You're tired of toiling day by day, to feed the hungry heaters. Cheer up! The spring is on the way, with meadow larks and skeeters! You're tired of falling half a block, when streets with ice are slippy; you're tired of cleaning snowy walks, and other labors dippy. You fain would sound a note of grief, with cymbals, timbrels, cornets. Cheer up! The spring will bring relief, and bobolinks and hornets. Cheer up! Though gloomy be the day, the darkest day will vanish; there's something traveling our way that will our troubles banish. Today may be a thing of dread—we're banking on tomorrow; there's always something just ahead that's bound to knock out sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FRAGMENT, ON THE BACK OF THE POET'S MS. OF CANTO I OF 'DON JUAN' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE |