O steadfast trees that know Rain, hail, and sleet, and snow, And all the winds that blow; But when spring comes, can then So freshly bud again Forgetful of the wrong! Waters that deep below The stubborn ice can go With quiet underflow, Contented to be dumb Till spring herself shall come To listen to your song! Stars that the clouds pass o’er And stain not, but make more Alluring than before:— How good it is for us That your lives are not thus Prevented, but made strong!
O steadfast trees that know Rain, hail, and sleet, and snow, And all the winds that blow; But when spring comes, can then So freshly bud again Forgetful of the wrong! Waters that deep below The stubborn ice can go With quiet underflow, Contented to be dumb Till spring herself shall come...
The spring came earlier on Than usual that year; The shadiest snow was gone, The slowest brook was clear, And warming in the sun Shy flowers began to peer. ’T was more like middle May, The earth so seemed to thrive, That Nineteenth April day Of Seventeen Seventy-five; Winter was well a way, New...
One calm and cloudless winter night, Under a moonless sky, Whence I had seen the gracious light Of sunset fade and die, I stood alone a little space, Where tree nor building bars Its outlook, in a desert place, The best to see the stars. No sound was in the frosty air, No light below the...
