Ambition, and Other Poems/A Dream of Winter

by William Henry Davies

A Dream of Winter

These flowers survive their lover bees, Whose deep bass voices filled the air;The cuckoo and the nightingale Have come and gone, we know not where.

Now, in this green and silent world, In Autumn, full of smiling light,I hear a bird that, suddenly, Startles my hearing and my sight.

It is the Robin, singing of A silver world of snow and frost;Where all is cold and white—except The fire that's on his own warm breast.