Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend January 24, 2015   Sonnet to Winter   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.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “Sonnet to Winter” was published in Judson’s book Alderbrook (W. D. Ticknor and company, 1847).   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). Judson died in 1854. Poetry by Judson   An Olio of Domestic Verses (HardPress Publishing, 2013) "Winter: My Secret" by Christina Rossetti "Spellbound" by Emily Brontë "January" by Helen Hunt Jackson Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038