WHEN wintry days are dark and drear And all the forest ways grow still, When gray snow-laden clouds appear Along the bleak horizon hill, When cattle all are snugly penned And sheep go huddling close together, When steady streams of smoke ascend From farm-house chimneys, -- in such weather Give me old Carolina's own, A great log house, a great hearthstone, A cheering pipe of cob or briar, And a red, leaping light'ood fire. When dreary day draws to a close And all the silent land is dark, When Boreas down the chimney blows And sparks fly from the crackling bark, When limbs are bent with snow or sleet And owls hoot from the hollow tree, With hounds asleep about your feet, Then is the time for reverie. Give me old Carolina's own, A hospitable wide hearthstone, A cheering pipe of cob or briar, And a red, rousing light'ood fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |