Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Winter Makes Spring

Winter Makes Spring.

Mantled in storms;—attended by the roarOf whirling winds, and flight of showery snows,Dread Winter comes, and all around him throwsWide desolation. From his northern storeTempests of hail, and dark-robed thunders pour.The gurgling rivulet no longer flowsWhen he with icy breath upon it blows:The naked trees and shrubs look gay no more.Shall Winter rage for ever? No! the soundOf his rude car shall rouse the slumbering Spring;Beneath the kindling sun, the verdant groundShall bloom again; the groves with music ring.Child of distress!—when life's black storms are fled,The rays of heavenly Spring shall crown thy head.