Poems (McDonald)/The First Snow

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THE FIRST SNOW 
Thy mantle white is on the senseless earth,   Spirit of Winter—old Eolus rude   Pipes from his northern home in fiercest mood; And o'er the crisped wreaths, with shouts of mirth, And chiming bells, and laughter ringing free,   Glides the swift sleigh; while merry urchins play, Tossing the frozen balls in heart-felt glee,   Or forming uncouth shapes of monsters grim, To melt like youthful hopes, when next the ray   Of noontide streams on each misshapen limb. The naked branches wear a spotless vest—  While through the window infant faces peep,   Lured from their downy beds and early sleep, Wondering to mark the earth in wintry garments drest.
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