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Winter
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H. P. Nichols


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With my breath so keen and chilling,
        I have stripped the branches bare;
 And my snow-flakes white are filling,
        Feather-like, the frosty air.

Coming o'er the lofty mountains,
        There I left a robe of white;
I have locked the sparkling fountains,
        I have chained the river bright.

O'er the quiet valley winging,
        There I left my traces, too;
Hark! the merry sleigh-bells ringing,
        With their music call on you.

I have come! The school-boy shouting,
        Joyfully brings out his sled;
He has seen me, nothing doubting,
        As across the fields he sped.

I have come; but shall I find you
        Better than the former year?
If you've cast your faults behind you,
        I shall gladly greet you here.

 This poem is in the public domain.

 

 

 

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Henry P. Nichols (1816 - 1890) was from Salem, Massachusetts. He operated a very successful publishing company in Boston in the mid-1800s with partner William Crosby. The company later became Nichols & Noyes.

 

 


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transitions:
I enjoyed this as well. Like the challenge of rhyme, with meaning, and he did it well.
Posted 01/26/2016 01:59 PM
transitions:
I enjoyed this as well. Like the challenge of rhyme, with meaning, and he did it well.
Posted 01/26/2016 01:59 PM
barbsteff:
For a poem in a formal rhyming form, this says what it wants to say with no fuss and feathers, a good thing in my mind.
Posted 01/26/2016 12:07 PM
ElizabethP:
This poem is wonderful. Was hoping for a bit of Bobby Burns today (his birthday), but this is mighty fine. :-)
Posted 01/26/2016 11:34 AM
rhonasheridan:
A delightful poem.
Posted 01/26/2016 09:46 AM
KevinArnold:
An absolutely wonderful poem. Thank you so much, Jayne, for thawing it out!
Posted 01/26/2016 09:34 AM
Sherry:
I like this poem so much!
Posted 01/26/2016 08:50 AM
Jancan:
Beautiful choice of poem for today! I LOVE rhymed, metered poetry done right. No free verse poem could equal this one. Janice
Posted 01/26/2016 08:42 AM
cork:
I love the personification of winter.
Posted 01/26/2016 08:39 AM


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