Poetry: Woods In Winter

When winter wintls are piercing chili, And ihrough the white thom blows the galo VVith solcmn fcet I trend Üje hiJl, That uver-brüvs the lonely vaie. O'er the bare upland, and nway, Th.rotigh the l'ng reach of desert woods, The etnbracing sunbeiirris chaslely play, And gladden these deep solitudes. On the gray maple's crusted bnrk its tender sHoóts thèboar frot nips; Whilst in ihe frozen fountnin - haik! - Mis piercing beok the bitten dips. VVhere, twisted round the barren onk, The sinnmer vine in beauty clunr, And snrnmer winds the stillness broke,- Tlie crviital iciele is hung. Wliere, from their frozen urns, mnte springs Pour out the river's gradual .ido, Shrilly tlieskaters iron ring?, And voices fillthe woodlund side. Alis! how clianged from the fair scène, When birds eung out thcir. mellovv lay: And winds were soft, and woo.'ls wcre green, And the song ceased not with the duy. liut stil] wild music iá ubroad, Paic, desert wcods, withm Vour crowd, And gathered windí, in hoarse accord, Am.d the vocal reeds pipe loud. Chili air?, and vvintry u-inds, my enr Hasgrown fainilinr with your song; I h.eui' t in the opening year - I listen and it eheers iiie lonjr