(Sing low the dinner gone to pot,
Because the train is late.)
Sing high the white-arched woodland way,
Resembling faëry halls!
(Sing low the drifts that stay and stay,
In which your motor stalls.)
Sing high, sing low, sing jack and game,
Sing Winter’s spangled gown!
(Let him who will these things acclaim—
I’m moving in to town.)