SONNET.—WINTER.
BY LEWIS GRAHAM, M.D.
Stern Winter comes with frowns and frosty smiles,
The angry clouds in stormy squadrons fly,
While winds, in raging tones, to winds reply;
Old Boreas reigns, and like a wizard, piles,
Where'er he pleases, with his gusty breath,
The heaps of snow on mountain, hill, or heath,
In strangest shapes, with curious sport and wild;
But soon the sun will come with gentle rays,
To kiss him while with fiercest storms he plays,
And make him mild and quiet as a child.
Though now the bleak wind-king so boisterous seems,
And drives the tempest madly o'er the plain,
He smiles in Spring-time soft as April rain,
In Summer sleeps on flowers in zephyr-dreams.