Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-03-05
Miscellaneous.
From the B ston Traveller.1
A NIGHT IN WINTER,

sti lness deep rests on the frosty air,
The winds have ceased their waning, painful
cry;
The gloomy forests lie all brown and bare
Whe stars, like jewels, dot the dark blue sky e
The drfed high across the road
Aud Ger the fields, chilled by the frost kings
breath,
The earth lie. buried meath its icy load,
And shows no life, but evry where shows DEATH
Though still the air, though all around is bright, r
Tue irost bites sharply, and the cold is keen;
And those who uayel On the road to- night
Note not the beauty of the star lit scene.
Yet beauty rests on natures cold white face
As oft IN death the human face looks fair
Sweeter perhaps, and with purer grace
Than though the earthly still was lingering
And the moon low in the east doth lie,
And with It's full bright face peeps DER the
hills;
Proudly II looks as, queen Of all the sky,
1t smiles, and with Its light the cold earth fills.
Higher it rises, till the heavens grow light,
A though reflected from the below
Ihe stars shine DINNER, but the earth grows
bright,
While ice-gems sparkle on the clear white snow.
And hark the sound of voices reach the ear;
Loud peals OF laughter float upon the air;
The brook ike one grand mirror flashes clear
And boys and girls are gally sporting there.
The moon has called them forth with her bright
rays,
And smiles upon them with her face OF gold;
Wnh healthy sport the youthful faces blaze
" hat care the young although the night be
cold!
lither and thither speeds the flashing steel;
As If with wings the rapid sporers glide; ,
As light as birds, and fun of JOY they feel
Would thai life ever flowed IN this smooth tide
Now silver notes come floating to the ear;
| pom the road the tinkling seigh-bes sound;
Young hearts merry, full of life and cheer,
As swift the sleigh flies oer the snow-ped
ground.
Through fields, past houses. do the horses speed,
Urged on by those who shout and gaily sing; la
Wrapped well IN furs, the cold they do not heed,
And hill and forest with tleir echoes ring.
Disturbed by shouts, the student at his books,
Late poring oer task he ;owly learns,
From out his window on the bright scene looks,
lhen with slgh back to bis labor turns.
The night flies on but still at work he sits,
UnmIndtul of the fast approaching day;
Notes not the hours. until his candle fits,
And, leaving him in darkness, fades away.
Yet not in deepest darkness is he left,
For me onbeams enter with their fading light:
Soon OF these rays the hours will be bereft,
AZ, IN the east, day follows close on night.
Again he seeks the window of his room,
Again he looks on natures pad face;
pom her features he can no gloom,
And only placid beauty there trace.
And yet some object makes bis face grow pale
Almost with pain he draws his labored breath;
this long, cold night has yet to tell a tale
OF one who found within its bleakness-deah
The brightness seems TO mock 5 still in sight
The sta K form lies that now can feel no pain;
Late study brings this deathly form tonight
lie thinks, 1.-THE moon will make all bright again"
The student turns away, and seeks hs rest,
10 drown in sleep the thought wild, so keen,
lhe moon, It's face grows pale sinks in the west,
Ana morning breaks upon the winter scene.
ARTHUR STACY.