Wan February with weeping cheer, Whose cold hand guides the youngling year Down misty roads of mire and rime, Before thy pale and fitful face The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace Through skies the morning scarce may climb. Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears, But lit with hopes that light the year's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HISTORY OF A LIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TWILIGHT AND DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |