Earth's pulseless heart reposes, mute and chill;
Within her frozen breast, her frozen breath,
In its forgotten fragrance, slumbereth still:
Sapless her veins, and numb her withered arms,
That still, outstretched, stand grim mementos drear
Of her once gorgeous and full-leavéd charms.
Of flower and fruit, all increase of the year:
Voiceless the river, in ice fretwork chained;
Hushed the sweet cadences of bird and bee;
Dumb the last echo to soft music trained,