So thro' the change of days, when Winter hoar Doth wrestle with his brother for the crown, When to the clash of elements at war Autumnal dirges are around us blown, What wonder if the heart some sadness own Amid the tempest and its bitter mirth, The mocking winds that desolate the earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 18 by JAMES JOYCE THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH |