FEBRUARY.
The winter moon has such a quiet car
That all the winter nights are dumb with rest;
She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest,
And dreams go wandering from her drowsy star.
Because her star is silent do not wake:
But there shall tremble on the general earth,
And over you, a quickening and a birth,
The sun is near the hill-tops for your sake.
The latest born of all the days shall creep,