January.
Cold the day and cold the drifted snow,"
Dim the day until the cold dark night.
[Stirs the fire.]
Crackle, sparkle, fagot; embers, glow:
Some one may be plodding through the snow,
Longing for a light,
For the light that you and I can show.
If no one else should come,
Here Robin Redbreast’s welcome to a crumb,