Snowflakes and Sunbeams

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

MIDWINTER NIGHT'S DREAM


 

THE snows outside are white and white,
The gusty flue shouts through the night,
And by the lonely chimney light
   I sit and dream of summer.

The orchard boughs creak in the blast,

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That like a ghost goes shrieking past,
And coals are dying fast and fast,
   But still I dream of summer.

’Tis not the voice of falling rain,
Or dream wind blown through latticed pane,

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When earth will laugh in green again,
   That makes me dream of summer.

But hopes will then have backward flown,
Like fleets of promise long out-blown,
And Love once more will greet his own,—

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   This is my dream of summer.