Winter now has fully come With its heavy frost and snow; Frozen over is the brooklet, Ceased now is its rippling flow. All the pretty little flowers That went to sleep so long ago, Are snugly covered over With the pretty, shielding snow. But the outside is forgot, By the cheerful hearth-fire's light, Where merry games are going on 'Mong the group so gay and bright. Snowy, icy, cold December, Oh, how much we love you, dear, For you bring dear Christmas with you, Merriest day of all the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD |