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THROUGH the crimson fires of morning

Streaming upward in the East,

Leaps the sun, with sudden dawning,

Like a captive king released;

And December skies reflected

In the azure hue below

Seem like summer recollected

In the dreaming of the snow. —

It is winter, little children, let the summer,

singing, go!

There are crisp winds gaily blowing

From the North and from the West;

'Bove the river strongly flowing

Lies the river's frozen breast:

O'er its shining silence crashing

Skim the skaters to and fro;

And the noonday splendors flashing

In the rainbow colors show. —

It is winter, little children, let the summer,

singing, go!

When the gorgeous day is dying,

There is swept a cloud of rose

O'er the hill-tops softly lying

In the flush of sweet repose;

And the nests, all white with snowing,

In the twilight breezes blow;

And the untired moon is showing

Her bare heart to the snow. —

It is winter, little children, let the summer,

singing, go!