Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
Sonnets to Winter. II. Old Wood to BurnJohn Esten Cooke (18301886)
O
On Alleghanian ridges, seen afar—
A monarch crowned with his imperial star—
Against the crimson where the sun has sunk.
The sharp axe glittering in his kingly heart
Sends echo ringing through the golden woods,—
And then a crashing fall!—like bursting floods
When roar the surges, and great mountains part!
The dim year wanes; I see an in-door sight,—
Bright faces gathered round a blazing fire
At Yule or Pentecost when, rising higher,
The frolic-mirth draws gladness from the light
Of that old oak that towering once so vast
Laughed at the storm, and whistled at the blast!