Poems (Carmichael)/Wild Winter Winds
Wild winter winds, go, rave, if ye please,
O'er the snow covered earth, and the ice-mantled trees;
Shout in the forest and scream on the lea,
Touch the cold waves of the boisterous sea;
But, spare the chilled heart and the shuddering form
Of the poor little child that is forth in the storm!
WILD WINTER WINDS.
Wild winter winds, go, rave, if ye please,
O'er the snow covered earth, and the ice-mantled trees;
Shout in the forest and scream on the lea,
Touch the cold waves of the boisterous sea;
But, spare the chilled heart and the shuddering form
Of the poor little child that is forth in the storm!
Wild winter winds, ye are welcome to rest
Where the turf on the heart of the sleeper is press'd;
Your hands may be cold as the lips of despair,
Still they wake not a pang for the slumberer there;
But, spare, kindly spare, the poor tenants of earth,
Where the embers are fading on poverty's hearth!
Where the turf on the heart of the sleeper is press'd;
Your hands may be cold as the lips of despair,
Still they wake not a pang for the slumberer there;
But, spare, kindly spare, the poor tenants of earth,
Where the embers are fading on poverty's hearth!
Wild winter winds, go, dance on the plain!
Whirl the white snow 'gainst the echoing pane;
Whistle and shout in the dark mountain pass,
Sigh through the blades of the tall, withered grass;
But, touch not in anger, speak not in wrath,
To the wandering foot in the snow-covered path!
Whirl the white snow 'gainst the echoing pane;
Whistle and shout in the dark mountain pass,
Sigh through the blades of the tall, withered grass;
But, touch not in anger, speak not in wrath,
To the wandering foot in the snow-covered path!