Sheltering, embrace,
(“Summer,” 225-227)
and others merely imitative, as,
the rosy-footed May
Steals blushing on,
(“Spring,” 489-490)
yet there are many which call up by a single word a vivid and picturesque expression, such as the “hollow-whispering breeze” (“Summer,” 919) or the poet’s description of the dismal solitude of a winter landscape
It freezes on
Till Morn, late rising o’er the drooping world
Lifts her pale eyes unjoyous