John William Inchbold Poems

Like as the snow with sunshine is dissolved,
And keen and angry winds are hushed to peace,
And frost by new-born Spring is all resolved
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Thou fool! and dost thou think so easily
To vanquish me, when I have war declared,
And war persistent, skilfully prepared,
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The snow-drops sword-like pierce the lagging snows,
The Winter dies with blessings on the Spring,
The violet sweet, which Love himself well knows,
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At last are fled the leaves that lingered long,
The sun at last withholds his parting glow,
The clouds move onward like a funeral song,
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The white sea-foam still plays on golden shore,
The sun through tears makes many a jewelled bow,
The trees around the home have leaves no more,
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O come, white snow, and hide the Summer dead!
Let not a flower of all I loved be seen!
O blinding sky of grey, hide what has been,
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Sweet Love forgive, if when I deemed me wise,
I doubted what I could not understand,
With time has come the opening of mine eyes,
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There is no time without its flower of love!
Does violet go, and red rose pass away?
Do thrush and lark forget their early lay?
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As lonely bird upon the mountain side,
As west wind free, with every trouble fled,
In thought as still as clouds, emotion dead!
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My love is fair as is the first blush rose,
My love is still as is the ocean deep,
Within her heart all worthy knowledge glows,
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