Ambition, and Other Poems/In Winter

by William Henry Davies

In Winter

The cold, ice-sucking Wind has gone, The air breathes quietly;The Rain has come, as warm as spray That sprinkles ships at sea.

And I remember how I woke, Before my time to rise,And heard a Robin and a Thrush Cheering the winter skies.

Now when my Summer fails to shine, And skies are cold and grey—I'll let my Memory warm her hands At this fine winter's day.