
CHinier Diece. 
James Russell Lowell. 



pee swept the chill wind from the mountain peak, 
From the snow five thousand Summers old ; 

On open wold and hill-top bleak 
It had gathered all the cold. 
And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer’s ckeek ; 




Tt carried a shiver every where 


From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare ; 
The little brook heard it, and built a roof 
Neath which he could house him, Winter-proof ; 




All night by the white stars’ frosty gleams 
He groined his arches and matched his beams; 



Slender and clear were his crystal spars 
As the lashes of light that trim the stars ; 



He sculptured every Summer delight 
In his halls and chambers out of sight ; 



Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt 
Down through a frost-leaved forest crypt, 
Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees, 




Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; 









