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.