Winter is Here

Winter's Shadows

The sun climbs down the dark'ning sky

     And leaves a crimson afterglow,

With long, blue shadows here and there

     Across the frozen wastes of snow.

And ere 'tis gone the moon peeps up

    Beyond the rugged poplar's height,

To spread a pale gold setting for

    The twinkling diamonds of the night.

The weary seek the cheer of home,

    Where warmth and refuge are akin.

Tho frosty silence reigns without,

      Gay song and laughter sound within.