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Across the roaring board in Helgafell

Across the solemn spaces of the years.

A hand as icy as the hand of death.

Ah, would that it were summer, once more the summer

A Robin said: The Spring will never come

At dead of one wild, starless winter night
Ay, little Larky! what's the reason

Barbed blossom of the guarded gorse .
Beneath the heavy veil you wear
Benumbed with cold the windless air
Between the berried holly-bush.
Bland as the morning breath of June
Blood-red a sudden splendor fills
Blue-green firs waver in a water wan
Break into spray, and fly and fill the air

Came the dread Arcer up yonder lawn

Deep on the convent-roof the snows

Down from the hills divine the waters glide
Drag on, long night of winter, in whose heart.

Fast falls the snow, O lady mine.
First of all the spherèd signs whereby
Firstly thou, churl son of Janus

If eagles shifting but their bills, have made

I glance through the curtain's fold

I hear you, blithe new year, ring out your laughter

In January, when down the dairy

In the nights of winter.

I see a straggling, dim procession pass

I sit enthroned 'mid icy wastes afar

I sit here and the earth is wrapped in snow

It chanced upon a winter's day

I too will wait with thee returning spring

It was a winter's night

I walked beside a dark gray sea

Janus am I; oldest of potentates.
January is here .

Keen gleams the wind, and all the ground

Landward the white-winged gulls are flying

Loud-voiced night, with the wild wind blowing
Lovely Spring

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O dark and cold! O dead and drear
Oh the spring hath less of brightness
Oh the wold, the wold

On the wind of January

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors
O winter, thou art warm at heart.

Proud Winter cometh like a warrior bold

Ring, then, ring loudly, merry midnight bells

Sad soul-

dear heart, why, why repine

Saint Agnes' Eve,—ah, bitter chill it was
Sing O! and alas

Sir Ulric a Southern dame has wed

Sleep, my babe, my darling, - sleep and rest
Snow on the high-pitched minster roof and spire.
Soft-footed stroller from the herbless wood
Some air-born genius, with malignant mouth
Speak to us out of midnight's heart.

Still the hard frost griped all things bitterly
Sweet bird! Up earliest in the morn

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Tell us, O Janus, whom with dual face
The bittern hies.

The dreary morning of my woe

The green and happy world is hidden away
The keener tempests come; and fuming dun
The mill-wheel's frozen in the stream
Then came old January, wrapped well.
There was never a leaf on bush or tree
These winter nights, against my window pane
The sluggish smoke curls up from some deep dell
The snow had hardly melted from the field.

The speckled sky is dim with snow .

The wave is breaking on the shore

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The white hath overspread the brown .

The winds of the winter have breathed their dirg
The winter wind is raving fierce and shrill

The winter woods, the winter woods

The year has changed its name since that last tal
The years have linings just as goblets do
They miss this glorious sight

Those who have looked upon the dead have seen
Though, wrapped in quiet dreams, the gentle flow
Thou hast thy beauties: sterner ones, I own
Through the deep drifts the south wind breathed
'Tis a brave tree. While round its boughs in vai

Unbarred, to-day, the arctic door
Upon a sunbaked southern plain

View now the Winter storm! above, one cloud
Voice of Summer, keen and shrill

When I consider, as I am forced to do

When skies are cold with wintry stars, and hills

When we were children we would say.

When winter winds are piercing chill

Where are the songs I used to know

Which of the merry months shall I praise

White ermine now the mountains wear

White is the wold, and ghostly.

Windy and grey the morning

Winds from the north do blow.

Winter in the world it is

Winter, now hastening to possess for bride

Wrapped in a dead, deep silence lie the moors