Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1859-02-26
P0 E T R Y.
SCENE A VERMONT WINTER.
by CHARLES e. EASTMAN.

BN CHARLES q. EASTMAN.
'Tis n fearful night in the winter time,
As cold rs it ever can be;
The roar of the storm is heard like tho chime
OF the waves on the angry sea,
The moon is full, hut her silver light
The storm dashcs ont with his wings of night,
And over the sky from south to north,
Not star is seen as the winds come forth
In the strength Of nightly glcc.
All day the snow came down-all day
As it never came down before,
And over the earth at night there lay
Some two or three feet or more
The fence was lost, and the wal of stone;
The window block'd, and the wc-curb gonci
The haysack grown TO Il mountain lift;
And the woodpile looked like monster drift
As it lay at the farmers door
As the night set in, came hail and snow,
And the air grew sharp aud chill,
And the warning roar Of sudden blow
Was heard ON the distant Aill
And the Noriher! sccl on the mountain peak
IN his breath how the old trees wrilhc and shrek
lie shouts along the plain, llo! iol
lie drives from his nostr the binding snow,
And growls with a savage wil
Such night as thi. to ne found abroadl
In the snow and the singing All.
\ shvciug dog. iu the field by tie road
When the hnil through his shaggy hair
The wind drives hard doth crouch and growl
And shuts his eyes with dismal iowll
Then to shield himself from the cltting slect,
Ills nose is pressed on his quivcriig feet,
Pray, what does the dog do There?
His master came from the town tonight,
And lost the Travelled way;
And for hours he trod with main md might
a path for his horse and sleigh;
But deeper still the suow-drits grew,
And colder still the fierce wind blew;
And his mare, beautiful Morgan brown,
At last DER log had noundcrcd doNn,
That deep in II huge drift lay.
Many a plunge with frenzied srort,
She made in the heavy snow;
And her master strovc till his breath grew short,
With word and gentle blow;
nut the snow was deep, and the tags were tight,
His hands were numbd and had lpst their might;
So he struggled back to hi, Sleigh again,
And strove to shelter himself in un
With his coat and his buffalo.
lie has given the last faint jerk of the rein
To rouse up his dying stcel
And the poor dog howl- to the has in vain
For help in his mastc,. need;
lie strives for awhile with wsftu. cry
To catch but glance from hi- heavy eve,
Aud wags his tale in the rude wud flap
The skirts Of his GOA, across his lap
And whines that he take, no heed
The wind goes down: the storm is o'er;
lis the hour of midnight pa,t
The forest writhes and bends no more
In the rush Of the mighty blast.
The moon looks out with silver light
On the high old hills with the snow all white;
Aud the giant shadow Of Camc.'s Hump,
OF ledge, and tree, and cho-,ly stump,
On the silent plain are cast.
But there are they-hv the hidden log
Who came that night from the town
All night. the man and his faithful dog
And his beautiful Morgan Brown!
He sits in his seieh-his face i, bland
With his cap on his head, and the reins in his hand
The dog with his head ON his master, feet;
And the horse half seen through the crusted sect,
Where She lay when she lloundered down.