Winter, some call thee fair,
Yea! flatter thy cold face
With vain compare
Of all thy glittering ways
And magic snows
With summer and the rose;
Thy phantom flowers
And fretted traceries
Of crystal breath,
Thy frozen and fantastic art of death,
With April as she showers
The violet on the leas,
And bares her bosom
In the blossoming trees,
And dances on her way
To laugh with May -
Winter that hath no bird
To sing thee, and no bloom
To deck thy brow:
To me thou art an empty haunted room,
Where once the music
Of the summer stirred,
And all the dancers
Fallen on silence now.
Winter
Richard Le Gallienne
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Poem topics: breath, death, magic, music, rose, silence, bird, room, face, cold, laugh, frozen, violet, fallen, bloom, compare, crystal, april, summer, winter, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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