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100 WINTER MORNING.

and sun—the day is wondrous!

Thou still art slumbering, charming friend.

'Tis time, О Beauty, to awaken:

Ope thine eyes, now in sweetness closed,

To meet the Northern Dawn of Morning

Thyself a north-star do thou appear!

Last night, remember, the storm scolded,

And darkness floated in the clouded sky;

Like a yellow, clouded spot

Thro' the clouds the moon was gleaming,—

And melancholy thou wert sitting—

But now &hellip; thro' the window cast a look:

Stretched beneath the heavens blue

Carpet-like magnificent,

In the sun the snow is sparkling;

Dark alone is the wood transparent,

And thro' the hoar gleams green the fir,

And under the ice the rivulet sparkles.