A DIAMOND glow of winter o’er the world:
Amid the chilly halo nigh the west
Flickers a phantom violet bloom unfurled
Dim on the twilight’s breast.
Only phantasmal blooms but for an hour,
A transient beauty; then the white stars shine
Chilling the heart: I long for thee to flower,
O bud of light divine.
But never visible to sense or thought
The flower of Beauty blooms afar withdrawn;
If in our being then we know it not,
Or, knowing, it is gone.
Walter De La Mare
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
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.