Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd, Flake after flake All drowned in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings they glide Come clinging along their unsteady way; Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake. Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height The fair frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake, To lie in the dark and silent lake! I see in thy gentle eyes a tear; They turn to me in sorrowful thought; Thou thinkest of friends, the good and dear, Who were for a time, and now are not; Like those fair children of cloud and frost, That glisten a moment and then are lost, Flake after flake All lost in the dark and silent lake. Yet look again, for the clouds divide; A sunbeam falls from the opening skies. At rest in the dark and silent lake. William Cullen Bryant. WE THE SNOW-STORM. E are free! we are free! the snowflakes cried, Now we're whirling, and twirling, and dancing around, And gently sinking to the ground. The jolly north wind! how he makes us fly, We're dashing out this way, and that way again, Then away, away, away, away, We'll make a track for the merry sleigh; We're drifting high, ah! ah! here's fun For the boys and girls When school is done. Now we're whirling, and twirling, and dancing around, And gently sinking to the ground. - Selected. THE DISAPPOINTED SNOWFLAKES. FOUR OUR and twenty snowflakes came tumbling from the sky, And said, "Let's make a snow drift We can if we but try." So down they gently fluttered And lighted on the ground, With four and twenty flakes." And smiled at the array, Melted quietly away. -Selected. IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS! T snows! yes, it snows! and the children are wild, IT At thought of the fun in the snow-drifts up-piled; And the wee baby-girl, with her mittens so bright. Till their cheeks are as red as the roses, and more; Then the elfin of twelve and the boy of fifteen But the children, at length, tired out with their play, Breezes strong, Breezes strong, Sweeping swift along, Do your trumpets blow for him. Breezes strong, Breezes strong, Sweeping swift along. Pretty star, Pretty star, Beaming at us from afar, Smiling down, Smiling down, On the busy town, Have you lit your lamp so bright Just in honor of the night? Pretty star, Pretty star, Beaming from afar. — A. E. C. — Popular Educator THE SNOW-BIRD. IN the roses below, N the morning light trills the gay swallow, The meadow-lark sings in the meadow, And the snow-bird sings in the snow. "Twee wee! Chickadee !" The snow-bird sings in the snow. |