387. Bleak Weather by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Published: Dec. 28, 2008, 8:34 a.m.

b"EW Wheeler read by Classic Poetry Aloud, giving voice to the poetry of the past.\\nwww.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\n--------------------------------------------\\n\\nBleak Weather\\nby Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 \\u2013 1919)\\n\\nDear love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew,\\nThe white snows are falling;\\nAnd all through the woods, where I wandered with you,\\nThe loud winds are calling;\\nAnd the robin that piped to us tune upon tune,\\nNeath the oak -- you remember,\\nOver hill-top and forest has followed the June,\\nAnd left us -- December.\\n\\nHas left, like a friend who is true in the sun,\\nAnd false in the shadows.\\nHe has found new delights, in the land where he's gone,\\nGreener woodlands and meadows.\\nLet him go! What care we? let the snow shroud the lea,\\nLet it drift on the heather!\\nWe can sing through it all; I have you -- you have me,\\nAnd we'll laugh at the weather.\\n\\nThe old year may die, and a new year be born\\nThat is bleaker and colder;\\nIt cannot dismay us; we dare it -- we scorn,\\nFor our love makes us bolder.\\nAh Robin! sing loud on your far-distant lea,\\nYou friend in fair weather;\\nBut here is a song sung, that's fuller of glee,\\nBy two warm hearts together.\\n\\n\\nFirst aired: 28 December 2007\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"