WINTER SCENERY.JANUARY, 1809.
The dark sky lours: a crimson streak
In vain the heavy clouds would break;
The lowing herds desert the plain,
Scatter'd is all the fleecy train;
The feather'd songsters all are gone,
The dear domestic bird alone,
The cheerful robin, seeks his food,
And breaks the death-like solitude:
For, save his notes, no earthly sound
Through the chill air, is heard around;
In vain the heavy clouds would break;
The lowing herds desert the plain,
Scatter'd is all the fleecy train;
The feather'd songsters all are gone,
The dear domestic bird alone,
The cheerful robin, seeks his food,
And breaks the death-like solitude:
For, save his notes, no earthly sound
Through the chill air, is heard around;
