Miscellaneous Poems.
A Winter Ramble.
We had left the town behind us for a roaming holiday, Beneath an arc of gloom, all dark and indistinct it lay, And the fog was wreathed about it like a robe of iron-gray.
But a carpeting of leaflets, and a canopy of blue, And the mystery of ether as the warming sunshine grew, Sent a mellow thrill of happiness our eager spirits through.
And over lanes, where Winter bluff had shook his hoary beard, Where in the naked hedgerows the broodless nests appear’d, And the brown leaves of the beech-tree were with silver gloss veneer’d.