I
The air is silent save where stirs
A bugling breeze among the firs;
The virgin world in white array
Waits for the bridegroom kiss of day;
All heaven blooms rarely in the east
Where skies are silvery and fleeced,
And o'er the orient hills made glad
The morning comes in wonder clad;
Oh, 'tis a time most fit to see
How beautiful the dawn can be!
II
Wide, sparkling fields snow-vestured lie
Beneath a blue, unshadowed sky;
A glistening splendor crowns the woods
And bosky, whistling solitudes;
In hemlock glen and reedy mere
The tang of frost is sharp and clear;
Life hath a jollity and zest,
A poignancy made manifest;
Laughter and courage have their way
At noontide of a winter's day.
III
Faint music rings in wold and dell,
The tinkling of a distant bell,
Where homestead lights with friendly glow
Glimmer across the drifted snow;
Beyond a valley dim and far
Lit by an occidental star,
Tall pines the marge of day beset
Like many a slender minaret,
Whence priest-like winds on crystal air
Summon the reverent world to prayer.
~~
Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942)
from The Watchman, and other poems, 1916
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Lucy Maud Montgomery biography
Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942)
from The Watchman, and other poems, 1916
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Lucy Maud Montgomery biography
"A Winter Day" by Lucy Maud Montgomery, LibriVox audiobook
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