Snowflakes and Sunbeams

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

BY THE FIRE


 

HEAR the wind over the chimney,
   How it whistles and croons and sings,
And the flames and sparks fly upward,
   As if borne on unseen wings.

The moon like a silver crescent

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   Peers under the elm-tree bough,
And the city of frost on the window pane
   Is illuminated now.

I cower and fancy and fancy,
   Till far in the middle night,

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The hopes of a vanished past lie dead,
   Like the ashes dead and white.