Today I think the fairest thing I know Is bare tree branches pencilled on the snow. And yesterday I could not seem to hide My pleasure in the boisterous storm outside. Tomorrow, maybe, I would trade my lease On many winter days for one of peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ROSAMOND: KING HENRY'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON |