Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | III. The Seasons | | Winter | | John Howard Bryant (1807–1902) |
| | | THE DAY had been a calm and sunny day, | |
| And tinged with amber was the sky at even; | |
| The fleecy clouds at length had rolled away, | |
| And lay in furrows on the eastern heaven;— | |
| The moon arose and shed a glimmering ray, | 5 |
| And round her orb a misty circle lay. | |
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| The hoar-frost glittered on the naked heath, | |
| The roar of distant winds was loud and deep, | |
| The dry leaves rustled in each passing breath, | |
| And the gay world was lost in quiet sleep. | 10 |
| Such was the time when, on the landscape brown, | |
| Through a December air the snow came down. | |
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| The morning came, the dreary morn, at last, | |
| And showed the whitened waste. The shivering herd | |
| Lowed on the hoary meadow-ground, and fast | 15 |
| Fell the light flakes upon the earth unstirred; | |
| The forest firs with glittering snows o’erlaid | |
| Stood like hoar priests in robes of white arrayed. | | | | |
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