 | Dartmouth lyrics by Richard Hovey |  |
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WINTER BEAUTY
Mid-week of midwinter! Daybreak! It is snowing,
And I look out on my garden from my room,
Where a sixmonth since my roses were a-blowing—
Red and white and tea roses all in bloom.
Now the snow is falling, falling, still, relentless;
Everywhere the eye turns, only flakes of snow—
Ghosts of summer's rose leaves, colorless and scentless,
Come to haunt the gardens where they used to grow.
And I look out on my garden from my room,
Where a sixmonth since my roses were a-blowing—
Red and white and tea roses all in bloom.
Now the snow is falling, falling, still, relentless;
Everywhere the eye turns, only flakes of snow—
Ghosts of summer's rose leaves, colorless and scentless,
Come to haunt the gardens where they used to grow.
Ah! the ice-death that has slain the laughing river!
Ah! the memories of meadowland and mere!
Of the June-snow of pond-lilies lost forever,
And the roses that were blooming yester-year!
There is beauty in this cruel winter, even,
In this white world where the snowlight shimmereth;
But the beauty of the summer was of heaven,
And the beauty of the winter is of death.
Ah! the memories of meadowland and mere!
Of the June-snow of pond-lilies lost forever,
And the roses that were blooming yester-year!
There is beauty in this cruel winter, even,
In this white world where the snowlight shimmereth;
But the beauty of the summer was of heaven,
And the beauty of the winter is of death.
| Dartmouth lyrics by Richard Hovey | |