Ambition, and Other Poems/A Dream of Winter

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A Dream of Winter
These flowers survive their lover bees, Whose deep bass voices filled the air;The cuckoo and the nightingale Have come and gone, we know not where.
Now, in this green and silent world, In Autumn, full of smiling light,I hear a bird that, suddenly, Startles my hearing and my sight.
It is the Robin, singing of A silver world of snow and frost;Where all is cold and white—except The fire that's on his own warm breast.
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