SLOW clear away the misty shades of morn, As sings the Redbreast on the window-sill; Fade the last stars; the air is stern and still; And lo! bright frost-work on the leafless thorn. Why, Day-god, why so late? the tardy heaven Brightens; and, screaming downwards to the shore Of the waste sea, the dim-seen gulls pass o'er, A scatter'd crowd, by natural impulse driven Home to their element. All yesternight From spongy ragged clouds pour'd down the rain, And, in the wind gusts, on the window pane Rattled aloud; but now the sky grows bright. Winter! since thou must govern us again, O, take not in fierce tyrannies delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUILIELMUS REX by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 2. FEMININE HONOURS by THOMAS CAREW |