The blue sky bends in a solemn bow 



Over a world of stainless snow. 



In chill, brown lines, the hedges creep 



Past sheltered farms to forests deep- 



The steel-blue ice, wind-swept and clear, 



Covers the breast of the lonely mere. 



In cedar thickets blue jays scold, 



While snow birds whirl through the bitter cold. 



A tiny, timid, hasty print 



On white drift gives of hares a hint ! 



