Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. The First SnowMrs. Mary Noel McDonald
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Spirit of Winter; old Æolus rude
Pipes from his northern home in fiercest mood;
And o’er the crispéd wreaths with shouts of mirth,
And chiming bells, and laughter ringing free,
Glides the swift sleigh; while merry urchins play,
Tossing the frozen balls in heart-felt glee,
Or forming uncouth shapes of monsters grim,
To melt like youthful hopes, when next the ray
Of noontide streams on each misshapen limb.
The naked branches wear a spotless vest;
While through the window infant faces peep,
Lured from their downy beds and early sleep,
Wondering to mark the earth in wintry garments drest.