The Optimist
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing wood, A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stood Beside the roadway. Winds came muttering Of storms to be, and brought the chilly sting Of icebergs in their breath. Stalled cattle mooed Forth plaintive pleadings for the earth's green food. No gleam, no hint of hope in anything. The sky was blank and ashen, like the face Of some poor wretch who drains life's cup too fast. Yet, swaying to and fro, as if to fling About chilled Nature its lithe arms of grace, Smiling with promise in the wintry blast, The optimistic Willow spoke of spring.
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"The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a powerful performance in "The Optimist"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...