Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)
Winter
HOLD your hands to the blaze;
Winter is here
With the short cold days,
Bleak, keen and drear.
Was there ever a day
With hawthorn along the way
Where you wandered in mild mid-May
With your dear?
That was when you were young
And the world was gold;
Now all the songs are sung,
The tales all told.
You shiver now by the fire
Where the last red sparks expire;
Dead are delight and desire:
You are old.
Edith Nesbit's other poems:- The Prodigal’s Return
- The Eternal
- The Old Magic
- At the Last
- Sea-Shells
Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) Winter ("A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee") Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Winter ("No more the morn with tepid rays") Dante Rossetti (Данте Россетти) Winter ("How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree!") William Morris (Уильям Моррис) Winter ("I am Winter, that do keep") William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Winter ("When icicles hang by the wall") Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Winter ("When the tempests fly") George Russell (Джордж Расселл) Winter ("A DIAMOND glow of winter o’er the world") Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Winter ("THE wintry wast extends his blast") Janet Hamilton (Джанет Гамильтон) Winter ("Loud blaw the wild an' wintry win's") Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Winter ("Behold the gloomy tyrant’s awful form") John Lapraik (Джон Лапрейк) Winter ("STERN Winter comes, with threat’ning frown") Henry Alford (Генри Элфорд) Winter ("Had I the wondrous magic to invest") Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лэмпмен) Winter ("The long days came and went; the riotous bees")
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