O! SWEETLY beautiful it is to mark The virgin vernal Snow-drop, lifting up, Meek as a nun, the whiteness of its cup From earth's dead bosom, desolate and dark! Glorious is Summer, with its rich array Of blossom'd greenery, perfume-glowing bowers, Blue skies, and balmy airs, and fruits, and flowers, Bright sunshine, singing birds, and endless day! Nor glorious less brown Autumn's witchery, As by her golden trees Pomona sits, And Ceres, as she wanders, hears by fits The reapers' chant, beneath the mellowing sky! But thy blasts, Winter, hymn a moral lay, And, mocking Earth, bid Man's thoughts point on high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: FEBRUARY by EDMUND SPENSER |