FIRST SNOW
Now Hertha hath, without a doubt,Got all her winter peltry out;And, for the weeds dispersèd showDark through that field of fallen snow,We may felicitate in herThe happy choice of minever.The well beside the rusty shedHath screened his pent-house lapt in leadIn candour of Carthusian cowl,(Soft as the plumage of white owl),Whose pail, for all the long night’s drouth,Hath foam about his sable mouth.How dark my cottage window eyesHer wonted landscape’s white disguise—Ho, Sulky-face, thine own brick ledgeBeareth such burden as the hedge,And thatch, for all the warmth within,Is bearded like a Capuchin!
Now Hertha hath, without a doubt,Got all her winter peltry out;And, for the weeds dispersèd showDark through that field of fallen snow,We may felicitate in herThe happy choice of minever.The well beside the rusty shedHath screened his pent-house lapt in leadIn candour of Carthusian cowl,(Soft as the plumage of white owl),Whose pail, for all the long night’s drouth,Hath foam about his sable mouth.How dark my cottage window eyesHer wonted landscape’s white disguise—Ho, Sulky-face, thine own brick ledgeBeareth such burden as the hedge,And thatch, for all the warmth within,Is bearded like a Capuchin!
Now Hertha hath, without a doubt,Got all her winter peltry out;And, for the weeds dispersèd showDark through that field of fallen snow,We may felicitate in herThe happy choice of minever.
The well beside the rusty shedHath screened his pent-house lapt in leadIn candour of Carthusian cowl,(Soft as the plumage of white owl),Whose pail, for all the long night’s drouth,Hath foam about his sable mouth.
How dark my cottage window eyesHer wonted landscape’s white disguise—Ho, Sulky-face, thine own brick ledgeBeareth such burden as the hedge,And thatch, for all the warmth within,Is bearded like a Capuchin!