IN WINTER.PALE from the watery west, with the pallor of winter a-cold,Rays of the afternoon sun in a glimmer across the trees;Glittering moist underfoot, the long alley. The firs, one by one,Catch and conceal, as I saunter, and flash in a dazzle of goldLower and lower the vanishing disc: and the sun alone seesAt I wait for my love in the fir-tree alley alone with the sun.
PALE from the watery west, with the pallor of winter a-cold,Rays of the afternoon sun in a glimmer across the trees;Glittering moist underfoot, the long alley. The firs, one by one,Catch and conceal, as I saunter, and flash in a dazzle of goldLower and lower the vanishing disc: and the sun alone seesAt I wait for my love in the fir-tree alley alone with the sun.