Stark twisted branches black against the snow
Snapping and crackling of frost-tortured trees—
Rustling—
Something has happened! The Mountain almost seems to tremble.
Down its sides rush the melting snows in torrents;
tumbling, tumultuous, most untidy rivers
through icy blackened parapets that still stand.
Washing day for the Mountain!
Ah but wait!—
Silver-green city in a rosy mist—Spring dawn!—