A SONG OF THE SNOW
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter dawn,
When the air is still and the clouds are gone,
And the snow lies deep on hill and lawn,
And the old clock ticks, “’Tis time! ’Tis time!”
And the household rises with many a yawn
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter dawn!
Sing, Ho!
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter sky
When the last star closes its icy eye
And deep in the road the snow-drifts lie,
And the old clock ticks, “’Tis late! ’Tis late!”
And the flame on the hearth leaps red—leaps high
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter sky!
Sing, Ho!
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter morn
When the snow makes ghostly the wayside thorn,
And hills of pearl are the shocks of corn,
And the old clock ticks, “Tick-tock; tick-tock;”
And the goodman bustles about the barn
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter morn!
Sing, Ho!
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter day,
When ermine capped are the stocks of hay,
And the wood-smoke pillars the air with gray,
And the old clock ticks, “To work! To work!”
And the goodwife sings as she churns away
Sing, Ho, a song of the winter day!
Sing, Ho!
Madison Cawein.
KING FROST AND KING WINTER
Margaret T. Canby