THERE'S snow on the fields, And cold in the cottage, While I sit in the chimney nook Supping hot pottage. My clothes are soft and warm, Fold upon fold, But I'm so sorry for the poor Out in the cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |