William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

In Snow - Poem by William Allingham

O English mother, in the ruddy glow
Hugging your baby closer when outside
You see the silent, soft, and cruel snow
Falling again, and think what ills betide
Unshelter'd creatures,- your sad thoughts may go
Where War and Winter now, two spectre-wolves,
Hunt in the freezing vapour that involves
Those Asian peaks of ice and gulfs below.
Does this young Soldier heed the snow that fills
His mouth and open eyes? or mind, in truth,
To-night, his mother's parting syllables?
Ha! is't a red coat? - Merely blood. Keep ruth
For others; this is but an Afghan youth
Shot by the stranger on his native hills.

Topic(s) of this poem: snow


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 8, 2015


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