How small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart!
How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire,
Until it blazes like a costly pyre
Built for some Ganges emperor, old and swart,
Soul-sped on clouds of incense! Whose the art
That webs the streams, each morn,...

The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night,
And he said, “Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
    In silence I ’ll take my way.
I will not go like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,...

   [Written in the Tower, the night before his probably unjust execution for treason]

MY prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
  My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
  And all my goodes is but vain hope of gain....

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder ’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O it ’s then ’...

How small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart!
How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire,
Until it blazes like a costly pyre
Built for some Ganges emperor, old and swart,
Soul-sped on clouds of incense! Whose the art
That webs the streams, each morn,...

As Frost is best conceived

By force of its Result —

Affliction is inferred

By subsequent effect —


If when the sun reveal,

The Garden keep the Gash —

If as the Days resume

The wilted...

Poet:

Did We abolish Frost

The Summer would not cease —

If Seasons perish or prevail

Is optional with Us —

Poet:

The Frost of Death was on the Pane —

"Secure your Flower" said he.

Like Sailors fighting with a Leak

We fought Mortality.


Our passive Flower we held to Sea —

To Mountain — To the Sun —

Yet even on...

Poet:

The Frost was never seen —

If met, too rapid passed,

Or in too unsubstantial Team —

The Flowers notice first


A Stranger hovering round

A Symptom of alarm

In Villages remotely set

But...

Poet: