Sunday, February 6, 2011

from "A Winter Piece" by William Cullen Bryant

...Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light.
. . .
...You might deem the spot
The spacious cavern of some virgin mine,
Deep in the womb of earth -- where the gems grow,
And diamonds put forth radiant rods and bud
With amethyst and topaz -- and the place
Lit up, most royally, with the pure beam
The dwells in them . . .

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