| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Snow Born | | By Henry Raymond Howland (1844–1930) |
| | | WITH Autumn’s latest breath there came a chill | |
| Of brooding sadness, as o’er pleasures dead; | |
| And through the sunless day, with silent tread, | |
| There seemed to pass, o’er vale and wooded hill, | |
| The footsteps of some messenger of ill. | 5 |
| Through forest ways with rustling leaves o’erspread, | |
| The pine boughs whispered low of bodings dread, | |
| And all the air a mystery seemed to fill. | |
| But in the shadows of enfolding night, | |
| From out the bosom of the frosty air, | 10 |
| Fell a baptismal robe of beauty rare; | |
| And when, at kiss of dawn, awoke the earth, | |
| Each leaf and pine bough, clad in vesture white, | |
| Told of the peaceful hour of Winter’s birth. | | | | |
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