The kingly sun ne'er sends his laughing rays

To wake the hills and warm the trees and streams;

His face is hid, and hid are now the beams

That woke the world on long-dead summer days.

The patient moon with all her silent train

Of maiden stars patrols the roads on high,

And watches well all things that sleeping lie

Till Spring's first song shall waken them again.

The white world sleeps, and all is very still,

Except when rises on the frosted air

From out its chilly and forbidding lair

A lone wolf's howl, long-drawn and terrible.

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[Pg 8]

 The Unassuageable

I sometimes hear among the snow-clad trees

The lone wind chanting solemn symphonies.

I sometimes smell, while yet the woods are bare,

The breath of unborn blossoms in the air.

I am at times aware of gentle sighs

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