TO FEBRUARY
O MASTER-BUILDER, blustering as you goAbout your giant work, transforming allThe empty woods into a glittering hall,And making lilac lanes and footpaths growAs hard as iron under stubborn snow,—Though every fence stand forth a marble wall,And windy hollows drift to arches tall,There comes a might that shall your might o'erthrow.Build high your white and dazzling palaces,Strengthen your bridges, fortify your towers,Storm with a loud and a portentous lip;And April with a fragmentary breeze,And half a score of gentle, golden hours,Shall leave no trace of your stern workmanship.
O MASTER-BUILDER, blustering as you goAbout your giant work, transforming allThe empty woods into a glittering hall,And making lilac lanes and footpaths growAs hard as iron under stubborn snow,—Though every fence stand forth a marble wall,And windy hollows drift to arches tall,There comes a might that shall your might o'erthrow.Build high your white and dazzling palaces,Strengthen your bridges, fortify your towers,Storm with a loud and a portentous lip;And April with a fragmentary breeze,And half a score of gentle, golden hours,Shall leave no trace of your stern workmanship.
O MASTER-BUILDER, blustering as you goAbout your giant work, transforming allThe empty woods into a glittering hall,And making lilac lanes and footpaths grow
O MASTER-BUILDER, blustering as you go
About your giant work, transforming all
The empty woods into a glittering hall,
And making lilac lanes and footpaths grow
As hard as iron under stubborn snow,—Though every fence stand forth a marble wall,And windy hollows drift to arches tall,There comes a might that shall your might o'erthrow.
As hard as iron under stubborn snow,—
Though every fence stand forth a marble wall,
And windy hollows drift to arches tall,
There comes a might that shall your might o'erthrow.
Build high your white and dazzling palaces,Strengthen your bridges, fortify your towers,Storm with a loud and a portentous lip;And April with a fragmentary breeze,And half a score of gentle, golden hours,Shall leave no trace of your stern workmanship.
Build high your white and dazzling palaces,
Strengthen your bridges, fortify your towers,
Storm with a loud and a portentous lip;
And April with a fragmentary breeze,
And half a score of gentle, golden hours,
Shall leave no trace of your stern workmanship.