Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)


Poem by Walter de la Mare

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.

Comments about Winter by Walter de la Mare

  • Lonershark (3/7/2018 10:37:00 AM)

    This is a great poem and it indeedingly inspired me for my poem(Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (1/5/2017 10:39:00 AM)

    This is indeed an amazing poem which brings out the spirit of the winter season before us through very obvious glimpses taken out of situation. Thanks.(Report)Reply

    Lonershark(3/7/2018 10:38:00 AM)

    I totally agree with your comment Rajnish Manga

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003