Up the whitening blue, as the day-star grows dimmer, The big sun bursts breathless, a boisterous swimmer, While pallid and vibrant the grouped sun-dogs glimmer. The forest branch snaps where the forest path darkens; The hunted breath whitens as forest ears hearken; And the piled snow, leaning over, the great boughs outweighing, Puffs out thro' the dim woods, jarr'd down by our sleighing. The great snowfields creak over deep-crusted heather, Across to my high-pillar'd hearth-fire's sure tether, And life wells as sleighbells and joybells together Whip out a mad peal to just weather—God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON |