Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 6, December 1852 - Various - Страница 1

  With howling fury Winter makes his bound

  Upon us, freezing Nature at a look.

  He dashes out the sweet and dreamy hues

  Of Indian Summer, so that where the eye

  The golden softness and the purple haze

  Beheld at noon, at sunset sees the mist

  Darken around the landscape, and the ear,

  Nestling upon its pillow, hears the sleet

  Ticking against the casement, whilst within

  The silvery cracking of the kindling coal

  Keeps merry chime. The morning rises up,

  And lo! the dazzling picture! Every tree

  Seems carved from steel, the silent hills are helm’d,

  And the broad fields have breastplates. Over all

  The sunshine flashes in a keen white blaze

  Of splendor, searing eyesight. Go abroad!

  The branches yield crisp cracklings, now and then

  Sending a shower of rattling diamonds down

  On the mailed earth, as freshens the light wind.

  The hemlock is a stooping bower of ice,

  And the oak seems as though a fairy’s wand

  Had, the past night, transformed its skeleton frame

  To a rich structure, trembling o’er with tints

  Of rainbow beauty… A. B. Street.