When Winter Darkening All Around


When winter covering all the ground
  Hides every sign of Spring, sir.
However you may look around,
  Pray what will then you sing, sir?

The Spring was here last year I know,
  And many bards did flute, sir;
I shall not fear a little snow
  Forbid me from my lute, sir.

If words grow dull and rhymes grow rare,
  I'll sing of Spring's farewell, sir.
For every season steals an air,
  Which has a Springtime smell, sir.

But if upon the other side,
  With passionate longing burning,
Will seek the half unjeweled tide,
  And sing of Spring's returning.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.