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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
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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
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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
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rhonasheridan:
A delightful poem.
Posted 01/26/2016 09:46 AM
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KevinArnold:
An absolutely wonderful poem. Thank you so much, Jayne, for thawing it out!
Posted 01/26/2016 09:34 AM
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Sherry:
I like this poem so much!
Posted 01/26/2016 08:50 AM
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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
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cork:
I love the personification of winter.
Posted 01/26/2016 08:39 AM
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