IF you had let me stay all winter long outside, Long, long ago, I should have died. And so I'll live for you and keep A little summer while the others sleep A little summer on your window-sill I'll be your growing garden spot until The rough winds go away, And great big gardens call you out to play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL |