Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Sonnet to Winter


Sonnet to Winter
 By Emily Chubbuck Judson

Thy brow is girt, thy robe with gems inwove;
    And palaces of frost-work, on the eye,
    Flash out, and gleam in every gorgeous dye,
The pencil, dipped in glorious things above,
    Can bring to earth. Oh, thou art passing fair!
But cold and cheerless as the heart of death,
Without one warm, free pulse, one softening breath,
    One soothing whisper for the ear of Care.
Fortune too has her Winter. In the Spring,
    We watch the bud of promise; and the flower
    Looks out upon us at the Summer hour;
And Autumn days the blessed harvest bring;
    Then comes the reign of jewels rare, and gold,
    When brows flash light, but hearts grow strangely cold.
  
 About This Poem
Emily Chubbuck Judson was born in Eaton, New York, in 1817. Her books include An Olio of Domestic Verses (1852) and Charles Linn, or, How to Observe the Golden Rule: with Other Stories (1841). “Sonnet to Winter” was published in Judson’s book Alderbrook (W. D. Ticknor and company, 1847).  Judson died in 1854.

2 comments:

Michael Dodd said...

Nice.

Jay M. said...

Very nice. I want to keep him warm. (I think I know him.)

Peace <3
Jay