Icy water flowing between snow-clad hills Sings a tinkling mid-winter song While glazed trees stand stiff at attention As the sun plays with the silent throng. Along the blue terrain are massed displays, A picture of quiet and leisure That floods the sparkling stream with blue A sapphired January treasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS |