Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/A Winter's Night
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.