Here where the wind is always north-north-east
And children learn to walk on frozen toes,
Wonder begets an envy of all those
Who boil elsewhere with such a lyric yeast
Of love that you will hear them at a feast
Where demons would appeal for some repose,
Still clamoring where the chalice overflows
And crying wildest who have drunk the least.
Passion is here a soilure of the wits,
We're told, and Love a cross for them to bear;
Joy shivers in the corner where she knits
And Conscience always has the rocking-chair,
Cheerful as when she tortured into fits
The first cat that was ever killed by Care.
New England
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Poem topics: I love you, cat, children, joy, lyric, passion, walk, wind, hear, corner, frozen, chair, conscience, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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