Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will:
Fit days, ere yet the spring rains blur the sight,
Ere yet the bounding blood grows hot with haste,
And dreaming thoughts grow heavy with a greed
The ardent summer's joy to have and taste;
Fit days, to give to last year's losses heed,
To recon clear the new life's sterner need;
Fit days, for Feast of Expiation placed!
A Calendar Of Sonnets: February
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Poem topics: greed, joy, life, red, silence, summer, winter, white, clear, bright, taste, heavy, save, prayer, daily, spring, year, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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