Get Your Premium Membership

Winter

 Clouded with snow 
The cold winds blow, 
And shrill on leafless bough 
The robin with its burning breast 
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun, Day's journey done, Sheds its last ebbing light On fields in leagues of beauty spread Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark, And spark by spark, The frost-fires kindle, and soon Over that sea of frozen foam Floats the white moon.

Poem by Walter De La Mare
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - WinterEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...



More Poems by Walter de la Mare

Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Winter

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Winter here.

Commenting turned off, sorry.