Winter: Lord Tennyson

The frost is here,

And fuel is dear,

And woods are sear,

And fires burn clear,

And frost is here

And has bitten the heel of the going year.

Bite, frost, bit!

You roll up away from the light

The blue wood-louse, and the plump dormouse,

And the bees are stilled, and the flies are killed,

And you bite far into the heart of the house,

But not into mine.

Bite, frost, bite!

The woods are all the searer,

The fuel is all the dearer,

The fires are all the clearer,

My spring is all the nearer,

You have bitten into the heart of the earth,

But not into mine.

Summary: In the poem, ‘Winter’, the poet Lord Tennyson describes about the winter season. There is frost everywhere in winter season. Fuel and woods are used to burn fires. The winter attacks or comes in the last part of the year. In winter, the light cannot be seen clearly due to frost. The blue wood-louse, the plump dormouse and the bees are not moving. The flies are killed in winter. Winter bites into the heart of the house and the earth. But the poet does not fear it. He is waiting for the spring because after winter, the spring will come with its beauty.