A MEMORY OF WINTER.
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Seeming like dismal funeral shrouds
On heaven's arch;
Building above the shuddering world
A cenotaph,
Writing on scroll of blue unfurled
God's autograph.
On heaven's arch;
Building above the shuddering world
A cenotaph,
Writing on scroll of blue unfurled
God's autograph.
Cold, cold the icy wind comes down
From Northern moors,
Frightening the stray birds feathered brown,—
Hark! how it roars!
Tumbling the restless, feathery snow
To swelling hills;
Filling the air with frosty glow
And frozen chills.
From Northern moors,
Frightening the stray birds feathered brown,—
Hark! how it roars!
Tumbling the restless, feathery snow
To swelling hills;
Filling the air with frosty glow
And frozen chills.
The moonlight silent as the dead,
And ghostly white,
Sinks down through weird and frosty void,
Down, in the night,
Dropping upon the river's breast
A mail of pearl,
On each still wave a diamond crest
Fit for an earl.
And ghostly white,
Sinks down through weird and frosty void,
Down, in the night,
Dropping upon the river's breast
A mail of pearl,
On each still wave a diamond crest
Fit for an earl.
The mountain cliffs crash wide apart,
With deafening sound;
And up the answering echoes start
From all around;
The fierce winds with their bellowings strive,
Making high boasts,
Until the whole earth seems alive
With noisy ghosts.
With deafening sound;
And up the answering echoes start
From all around;
The fierce winds with their bellowings strive,
Making high boasts,
Until the whole earth seems alive
With noisy ghosts.