Snowflakes and Sunbeams

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

FEBRUARY


 

THOU chilly month of wind and rain,
Of drifting at the whited pane,
’Twixt winter’s birth and winter’s wane;

Thou shrouded month of muffled snows,
Of gales from far off arctic floes,

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When winter dieth of his woes;

Dost thou not through thy ice-bound girth,
Hear, in the warmer heart of earth,
The young spring dreaming of its birth,

When, stealing through thy mailed, strong

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Ice-armor, comes the sweet low song
Of pied wind flowers, their streams along,

With sweet first-thoughts and prophesies
Of warm wet winds and soft blue skies
And meadows all a green surprise?

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O, go thy way with gust and blow,—
For all thy looks of wintry woe,
Thou had’st a warm heart ’neath thy snow,

And all thy bluster and thy gust
A softer nature did encrust,

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Which had the whole year’s hopes in trust.