I know it must be winter (though I sleep) -- <br />I know it must be winter, for I dream <br />I dip my bare feet in the running stream, <br />And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. <br /> <br />I know I must be old (how age deceives!) <br />I know I must be old, for, all unseen, <br />My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green, <br />When late rains patter on the falling sheaves. <br /> <br />I know I must be tired (and tired souls err) -- <br />I know I must be tired, for all my soul <br />To deeds of daring beats a glad, faint roll, <br />As storms the riven pine to music stir. <br /> <br />I know I must be dying (Death draws near) -- <br />I know I must be dying, for I crave <br />Life -- life, strong life, and think not of the grave, <br />And turf-bound silence, in the frosty year.<br /><br />Edith Matilda Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-sleep-2/
