I <br /> <br />The air is silent save where stirs <br />A bugling breeze among the firs; <br />The virgin world in white array <br />Waits for the bridegroom kiss of day; <br />All heaven blooms rarely in the east <br />Where skies are silvery and fleeced, <br />And o'er the orient hills made glad <br />The morning comes in wonder clad; <br />Oh, 'tis a time most fit to see <br />How beautiful the dawn can be! <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Wide, sparkling fields snow-vestured lie <br />Beneath a blue, unshadowed sky; <br />A glistening splendor crowns the woods <br />And bosky, whistling solitudes; <br />In hemlock glen and reedy mere <br />The tang of frost is sharp and clear; <br />Life hath a jollity and zest, <br />A poignancy made manifest; <br />Laughter and courage have their way <br />At noontide of a winter's day. <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Faint music rings in wold and dell, <br />The tinkling of a distant bell, <br />Where homestead lights with friendly glow <br />Glimmer across the drifted snow; <br />Beyond a valley dim and far <br />Lit by an occidental star, <br />Tall pines the marge of day beset <br />Like many a slender minaret, <br />Whence priest-like winds on crystal air <br />Summon the reverent world to prayer.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-day/
