Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant read more
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering.
