The Brook in February
A snowy path for squirrel and fox,
It winds between the wintry firs.
Snow-muffled are its iron rocks,
And o’er its stillness nothing stirs.
But low, bend low a listening ear!
Beneath the mask of moveless white
A babbling whisper you shall hear
Of birds and blossoms, leaves and light.
Charles G.D. Roberts (1860-1943)
from The Book of the Native, 1896
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Charles G.D. Roberts biography
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