THE NORTH STAR
Jewel in heaven, where all rare jewels are,
Night after night thy steady glow we see,
Would that my soul might find for it a star,
So fair, so bright, so full of constancy.
Night after night thy steady glow we see,
Would that my soul might find for it a star,
So fair, so bright, so full of constancy.
A WINTER'S NIGHT
It is a cold star-gleaming Winter's night—
All things are ice-bound like the frozen mill—
The great white moon comes stalking o'er the hill
And floods the scene with cold unearthly light;
The leafless trees are hung with jewels bright
And every twig is set with magic skill
And fringed with frost that speaks the winter's chill;
The darkling pines are robed in spotless white,
Their loaded branches nod like warriors' plumes
And cast their shadows in the forest's glooms;
Far in the wood with melancholy moan
The wind awakes its cheerless monotone
Then dies away and all is cold and still.
All things are ice-bound like the frozen mill—
The great white moon comes stalking o'er the hill
And floods the scene with cold unearthly light;
The leafless trees are hung with jewels bright
And every twig is set with magic skill
And fringed with frost that speaks the winter's chill;
The darkling pines are robed in spotless white,
Their loaded branches nod like warriors' plumes
And cast their shadows in the forest's glooms;
Far in the wood with melancholy moan
The wind awakes its cheerless monotone
Then dies away and all is cold and still.
AFTER THE STORM
Down from the frozen clouds fell sleet and rain,
Over the wintry fields and forest hoar
The wild winds swept with melancholy roar,
Awhile the frost bedecked the window pane;
Over the wintry fields and forest hoar
The wild winds swept with melancholy roar,
Awhile the frost bedecked the window pane;
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