In Snow

O English mother, in the ruddy glow
Hugging your baby closer when outside
You see the silent, soft, and cruel snow
Falling again, and think what ills betide
Unshelter'd creatures,- your sad thoughts may go
Where War and Winter now, two spectre-wolves,
Hunt in the freezing vapour that involves
Those Asian peaks of ice and gulfs below.
Does this young Soldier heed the snow that fills
His mouth and open eyes? or mind, in truth,
To-night, his mother's parting syllables?
Ha! is't a red coat? - Merely blood. Keep ruth
For others; this is but an Afghan youth
Shot by the stranger on his native hills.

by William Allingham

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Comments (2)

The theme of life in poetry is widley used in multiple cultures. This poem is abstractly describes a bunny rabbit. Said bunny rabbit has life, like the narrator. When one living thing becomes attatched to another, they in a way stuck together, as the poem describes between this man and his bunny. The many gifts of life also bring burdens of life with them. This is clearly what the poem is saying.
good poem