A calm, pure beauty fills a winter day, From opal-tinted dawn, until the west Is flushed with rose as the sun sinks to rest; And sinking sends his last, bright, level ray Across the fields, letting it softly play, Upon a snowy hill with wooded crest. A dark-robed nun, hands folded on her breast, Kneeling in some still, vaulted church to pray. Summer beguiles with beauty warm and bright, The perfume of the rose the hum of bees, Riot of colors pleasing to the sight, Music of birds among the leafy trees; But winter loveliness brings calm delight That lifts the soul and sets the heart at ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A PRAYER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |