Combine, and, deepening into night, shut up The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven Each to his home retires; save those that love To take their pastime in the troubled air, Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool. The cattle from the untasted fields return, And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, Or ruminate in the contiguous shade. Thither the household feathery people crowd,- The crested cock, with all his female train, Pensive and dripping; while the cottage hind Hangs o'er the enlivening blaze, and taleful there Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks,
And much he laughs, nor recks the storm that blows
Without, and rattles on his humble roof.
Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelled, And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread,
At last the roused-up river pours along: Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads, Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrained Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream; There gathering triple force, rapid and deep, It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through.
The keener tempests rise: and, fuming dun From all the livid East or piercing North, Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congealed.
Heavy they roll their fleecy world along,
And the sky saddens with the gathered storm. Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends,
At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes
Fall broad and wide and fast, dimming the day
With a continual flow. The cherished fields
Put on their winter-robe of purest white.
'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods
Bow their hoar head; and ere the languid Sun Faint from the West emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep-hid and chill,
Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man. Drooping, the labourer-ox Stands covered o'er with snow, and then demands The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of heaven, Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves. His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance,
And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is :
Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs
Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare,
Though timorous of heart, and hard beset
By death in various forms-dark snares, and dogs,
And more unpitying men-the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow.
LOVE to rise ere gleams the tardy light, Winter's pale dawn; and as warm fires illume, And cheerful tapers shine around the room, Through misty windows bend my musing sight, Where, round the dusky lawn, the mansions white, With shutters closed, peer faintly through the gloom, That slow recedes; while yon grey spires assume, Rising from their dark pile, an added height By indistinctness given. Then to decree The grateful thoughts to God, ere they unfold To friendship or the Muse, or seek with glee Wisdom's rich page! O hours more worth than gold, By whose blest use we lengthen life, and free From drear decays of age, outlive the old !
HEN winter winds are piercing chill,
W And through the white-thorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill, That over-brows the lonely vale.
O'er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.
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