It’s frost-flakes, frost-flakes everywhere, And snowflakes heaped on, an ermine mound; It’s a chilling breeze as forth we fare And eerie silence all around; While even the sun gleams wanly through A cloud-veil shrouding the heaven’s blue. It’s winter, winter over the land; A leafless orchard, the meadow still, No swallow soars and no blackbirds […]