STORMS of the winter, and deepening snows, When will you end? I said, For the soul within me was numb with woes, And my heart uncomforted. When will you cease, O dismal days? When will you set me free? For the frozen world and its desolate ways Are all unloved of me! I waited long, but the answer came -- The kiss of the sunshine lay Warm as a flame on the lips that frame The song in my heart to-day. Blossoms of summer-time waved in the air, Glimmers of sun in the sea; Fair thoughts followed me everywhere, And the world was dear to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD MY MOTHER by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY IN THE COACH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN LIFE AND LOVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO MOTHERS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |