From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks

  SUMMER joys are o’er;
  Flowerets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping;
Through the snow-drifts peeping,
  Cheerful evergreen
  Rarely now is seen.

  Now no plumèd throng
  Charms the wood with song;
Ice-bound trees are glittering;
Merry snow-birds, twittering,...