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, Fondly strive to cheer Scenes so cold and drear. Winter, still I see Many charms in thee,— Love thy chilly greeting, Snow-storms fiercely beating, And the dear delights Of the long, long nights.
Collection:
1768
Sub Title:
III. The Seasons