FEBRUARY,—fortnights two—Briefest of the months are you,Of the winter's children last.Why do you go by so fast?Is it not a little strangeOnce in four years you should change,That the sun should shine and giveYou another day to live?May be this is only doneSince you are the smallest one;So I make the shortest rhymeFor you, as befits your time:You're the baby of the year,And to me you're very dear,Just because you bring the line,"Will you be my Valentine?"—Frank Dempster Sherman.
FEBRUARY,—fortnights two—Briefest of the months are you,Of the winter's children last.Why do you go by so fast?Is it not a little strangeOnce in four years you should change,That the sun should shine and giveYou another day to live?May be this is only doneSince you are the smallest one;So I make the shortest rhymeFor you, as befits your time:You're the baby of the year,And to me you're very dear,Just because you bring the line,"Will you be my Valentine?"—Frank Dempster Sherman.
FEBRUARY,—fortnights two—
Briefest of the months are you,
Of the winter's children last.
Why do you go by so fast?
Is it not a little strange
Once in four years you should change,
That the sun should shine and give
You another day to live?
May be this is only done
Since you are the smallest one;
So I make the shortest rhyme
For you, as befits your time:
You're the baby of the year,
And to me you're very dear,
Just because you bring the line,
"Will you be my Valentine?"
—Frank Dempster Sherman.
The snow had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white.Every pine and fir and hemlockWore ermine too dear for an earl,And the poorest twig on the elm-treeWas ridged inch-deep with pearl.From sheds new-roofed with CarraraCame Chanticleer's muffled crow,The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,And still fluttered down the snow.—Lowell.
The snow had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white.Every pine and fir and hemlockWore ermine too dear for an earl,And the poorest twig on the elm-treeWas ridged inch-deep with pearl.From sheds new-roofed with CarraraCame Chanticleer's muffled crow,The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,And still fluttered down the snow.—Lowell.
The snow had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white.
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlockWore ermine too dear for an earl,And the poorest twig on the elm-treeWas ridged inch-deep with pearl.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch-deep with pearl.
From sheds new-roofed with CarraraCame Chanticleer's muffled crow,The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,And still fluttered down the snow.—Lowell.
From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer's muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.
—Lowell.