St Nicholas [serial] . belt of wood;A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed;A fenceless drift what once was road;The bridle-post an old man sat,With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat; 7o POEMS AND CAROLS OF WINTER (December/i The well-curb had a Chinese roof;And even the long sweep, high its slant splendor, seemed to tellOf Pisas leaning miracle; or as it is givenFirst Snow-fall : Lowells lovely poem, The 1 The snow had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white. beauty of the summer woods, shows them to us uvthe
St Nicholas [serial] . belt of wood;A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed;A fenceless drift what once was road;The bridle-post an old man sat,With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat; 7o POEMS AND CAROLS OF WINTER (December/i The well-curb had a Chinese roof;And even the long sweep, high its slant splendor, seemed to tellOf Pisas leaning miracle; or as it is givenFirst Snow-fall : Lowells lovely poem, The 1 The snow had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white. beauty of the summer woods, shows them to us uvtheir wintry whiteness : But winter has yet brighter scenes,—he boastsSplendors beyond what gorgeous summer knows;Or autumn with his many fruits, and woodsAll flushed with many hues. Come when the rainsHave glazed the snow, and clothed the trees with ice ;While the slant sun of February poursInto the bowers a flood of light Approach !The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps,And the broad arching portals of the grove. THE FIRST SNOW-FALL. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl; And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch-deep with pearl. From sheds new-roofed with CarraraCame chanticleers muffled crow;The stiff rails were softened to swans-down,And still fluttered down the snow. And see how Bryant, who paints so well the Welcome thy entering. Look ! the mossy trunksAre cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven,Is studded with its trembling water-drops,That stream with rainbow radiance as they move. And Whittier, in his Pageant, bids us look Where, keen against the walls of gleaming tree-boles, up their chandeliers of frost. POEMS AND CAROLS OF WINTER. n In the ice-gleaming, sunlit forest, he exclaims : I tread in Orient halls enchanted, I dream the Sagas dream of caves,Gem-lit, beneath the North Sea waves. I wall; the land of Eldorado; I touch its mimic garde
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