
Herbert Trench's "A Winter Song," dedicated to Alice Meynell, follows a speaker walking alone through frost-stiff grass and shrouded trees, thinking of a beloved face. A black elm in a bright space brings her back to him, her shade on the green turned white with rapture.
By Herbert Trench · Genre: Lyric poetry, Love poetry, Winter poetry · 266 words
_To Alice Meynell_
Lady, through grasses stiff with rime / And wraith-hung trees I wander / Where the red sun at pitch of prime / Half of his might must squander; / Narrow the track / As I look back / On traces green behind me, -- / I go alone / To think upon / A face, where none / Shall find me.
Birds peal; but each grim grove its shroud / Retains, as to betoken / Though the young lawn should wave off cloud / These would have Night unbroken, -- / Desire no plash / Of the Lake awash -- / No gold but gold that's glinted / In still device / From the breast of ice / Whose summer cries / Have stinted.
winter poem · frost · solitude · walking alone · longing · love poem · beloved · memory · winter landscape · black elm · shrouded trees · nature imagery
A Winter Song is listed on Textopian as a poem by Herbert Trench, dated Date unknown.
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