Poetry Performed Episode 019 - Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson

Episode 019 - Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson
Winter sets us up for a time of rejoicing, rebirth, and regrowth come spring - but that doesn’t mean winter doesn’t have its own beauty and importance for our souls. In “Sonnet to Winter”, this weeks poem, Emily Chubbuck Judson explores just that.

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Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson

Thy brow is girt, thy robe with gems inwove;

And palaces of frost-work, on the eye,

Flash out, and gleam in every gorgeous dye,

The pencil, dipped in glorious things above,

Can bring to earth. Oh, thou art passing fair!

But cold and cheerless as the heart of death,

Without one warm, free pulse, one softening breath,

One soothing whisper for the ear of Care.

Fortune too has her Winter. In the Spring,

We watch the bud of promise; and the flower

Looks out upon us at the Summer hour;

And Autumn days the blessed harvest bring;

Then comes the reign of jewels rare, and gold,

When brows flash light, but hearts grow strangely cold.

That was Sonnet to Winter by Emily Chubbuck Judson. Emily Chubbuck Judson, perhaps better known by her pseudonym, Fannie Forester, was an American poet born in 1817. She started her career writing children’s stories, then moved on to writing in other forms. Her writing began to fall out of favor with the public after she moved with her new husband to Burma to serve as a missionary. She died in 1854.

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