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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WINTERTIME, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: My little love, the winter-time is nigh Last Line: ... And mine is done. Subject(s): Winter | |||
My little love, the winter-time is nigh; The months of rose and moon and nightingale Have faded with the leaves; The wasted trees stand ghost-like 'gainst the sky— The little nests are empty in the eaves, The flowers are pale, And all the skies are desolate above, O little love! The flowers are pale, with fallen leaves between, And rainy, wild east winds go floating by, Whirling the dead, dry grass. O yellow forest leaf! once young and green, How swift thy Spring did pass, as all things pass From earth and sky. There is a sadness in the field and dale, And flowers are pale. From earth and sky the sweetness of the Spring Hath passed—as flowers below, as stars above— And from my heart the same. But I lose more than birds that cease to sing, Than roses, fading swifter than they came. O little love! And all this sweet returneth by-and-by To earth and sky. O little love, my winter-time hath come, The years of youth, of faith, of dreams are fled; They faded with the leaves. So many dear, loved voices have grown dumb, So many nests are empty in the eaves— So much is dead! Ah! earth has many springs, but we have one. ... ... And mine is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE A PORTRAIT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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