New Zealand Verse/A Winter Daybreak

XXX.

A Winter Daybreak.

i.

From the dark gorge, where burns the morning star,I hear the glacier river rattling onAnd sweeping o’er his ice-ploughed shingle-bar,While wood-owls shout in sombre unison,And fluttering southern dancers glide and go;And black swans’ airy trumpets wildly, sweetly blow.

ii.

The cock crows in the windy winter morn,Then must I rise and fling the curtain by.All dark! But for a strip of fiery skyBehind the ragged mountains, peaked and torn.One planet glitters in the icy cold,Poised like a hawk above the frozen peaks;And bends the cypress, shuddering, to his fold,While every timber, every casement creaks.But still the skylarks sing aloud and bold;The wooded hills arise; the white cascadeShakes with wild laughter all the silent shadowy glade.

iii.

Now from the shuttered East a silvery barShines through the mist, and shows the mild day-star.The storm-wrapped peaks start out and fade again,And rosy vapours skirt the pastoral plain;The garden paths with hoary rime are wet;And sweetly breathes the winter violet;The jonquil half unfolds her ivory cup,With clouds of gold-eyed daisies waking up.

iv.

Pleasant it is to turn and see the fireDance on the hearth, as he would never tire;The home-baked loaf, the Indian bean’s perfume,Fill with their homely cheer the panelled room.Come, crazy storm! and thou, wild glittering hail,Rave o’er the roof and wave your icy veil;Shout in our ears, and take your madcap way!I laugh at storms! for Roderick comes to-day.