Up the whitening blue, as the day-star grows dimmer, The big sun bursts breathless, a boisterous swimmer, While pallid and vibrant the grouped sun-dogs glimmer. The forest branch snaps where the forest path darkens; The hunted breath whitens as forest ears hearken; And the piled snow, leaning over, the great boughs outweighing, Puffs out thro' the dim woods, jarr'd down by our sleighing. The great snowfields creak over deep-crusted heather, Across to my high-pillar'd hearth-fire's sure tether, And life wells as sleighbells and joybells together Whip out a mad peal to just weather—God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |