Explore "February (Songs in Season)" by Harry Graham on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
['Really, there must be something rather fine in the English / character that enables it to triumph over the English / climate. ' -- The _Pall Mall Gazette_.]
I gaze each morning through my rainswept casement, / Into the murky, mud-bound street below; / I grimly note the slush that floods the basement, / The hail, the sleet -- and oh! / I feel that I am greater than I know! / Only a demigod could thrive / 'Mid such surroundings drear; / Only a hero could survive / In such an atmosphere!