THE OPEN AIR
Sunshine in February[ToC]
O winter Sun!
How beautiful thy beams
Upon the chainèd earth!
The snows are melting and the gale
Is hushed; thou shinest, soft and pale,
O Winter Sun!
Upon a world that dreams,
And trembles with awakened hopes of birth.
O Joyful Green!
'Mid snowy patches gay
Thou peerest, and the sky
Shines blue through twiggèd boughs; each tree
Is aching now with thoughts of thee,
O Joyful Green!
Spring's heart is in the day
Though Winter's hands upon night's bosom lie.
Fairseat.