06 November 2013

Winter Song - An 1875 Poem

Summer days are o'er,
Flowerets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping;
Through the snow-drift peeping,
Cheerful evergreen
Rarely now are seen.
Now no plumed throng
Charms the wood with song;
Ice-bound trees are glittering;
Merry snow-birds twittering,
Fondly strive to cheer,
Seems so cold and drear.
Winter, Still I see
Many charms in thee, —
Love thy chilly greeting,
Snow-storms fiercely beating,
And the dear delights
Of the long, long nights.
November 25, 1875. Belmont Chronicle 15(45): 4.