Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 17. Winter

IN rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
The redbreast looks in vain
For hips and haws,
Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane
The silver pencil of the winter draws.

When all the snowy hill
And the bare woods are still;
When snipes are silent in the frozen bogs,
And all the garden garth is whelmed in mire,
Lo, by the hearth, the laughter of the logs -
More fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!

   Saranac Lake.

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. An English Breeze
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 14. Bright is the ring of words
5. The Canoe Speaks

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 3141

Последние стихотворения

To English version