The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||
FROST-WORK
These winter nights, against my window-paneNature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines,
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Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold,
Like curious Chinese etchings. ... By and by
(I in my leafy garden as of old)
These frosty fantasies shall charm my eye
In azure, damask, emerald, and gold.
The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||