Wisely regardful of th' embroiling sky, Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : Till, more familiar grown, the table crumbs The hare, By death in various forms, dark snares and dogs, Thomson. WINTER SONG. UMMER joys are o'er ; Flow'rets bloom no more : Wintry winds are sweeping; Through the snowdrifts peeping, Cheerful evergreen Rarely now is seen. Now no plumèd throng Charms the wood with song ; HOU hast thy beauties: sterner ones, I own, With icy brilliants, which as proudly glow Of regal ermine, when the drifted snow Envelopes Nature; till her features seem Barton. WOODS IN WINTER. WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing sunbeams chastely play, And gladden those deep solitudes Where, twisted round the barren oak, Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide, Shrilly the skater's iron rings, And voices fill the woodland side. Alas! how changed from the fair scene, When birds sang out their mellow lay, And winds were soft, and woods were green, And the song ceased not with the day. But still wild music is abroad, Pale, desert woods! within your crowd; And gathering winds in hoarse accord Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. |