Winter-Break
All day between high-curded clouds the sun Shone down like summer on the steaming planks. The long, bright icicles in dwindling ranks Dripped from the murmuring eaves till one by one They fell. As if the spring had now begun, The quilted snow, sun-softened to the core, Loosened and shunted with a sudden roar From downward roofs. Not even with day done Had ceased the sound of waters, but all night I heard it. In my dreams forgetfully bright Methought I wandered in the April woods, Where many a silver-piping sparrow was, By gurgling brooks and spouting solitudes, And stooped, and laughed, and plucked hepaticas.
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"All day between high-curded clouds the sun..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Archibald Lampman delivers a powerful performance in "Winter-Break"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...