Distant plain whitening,
Full moon on the lea;
Light—in the heaven’s high,
And snow flashing bright;
Sledge in the distance
In its lonely flight.
TRYST.
A whisper, a gentle sigh,
Trills of the nightingale;
The silver flash of the brook,
Distant plain whitening,
Full moon on the lea;
Light—in the heaven’s high,
And snow flashing bright;
Sledge in the distance
In its lonely flight.
A whisper, a gentle sigh,
Trills of the nightingale;
The silver flash of the brook,