A wondrous stroll
A wondrous S troll And must blow softly, that icy gale, Over mountains, hills and the v ale, N ight to fall, I’d quickly plod ded on, Into silence , I wert so gently drawn. And an icy drift , must tardily blow, On my face , to beat the flaky snow, My flowing breaths , trail ed behind, Glare of snow , the glower to blind. In dank and cool , the moonlit night, I beheld wren s , on the twigs alight, To the whistling wind, carol a song, Medi t a ting alone, I’d trekke d along. Away from the mankind, far away! Amidst icy gales , I ’d love d to sway, Yon and afar, O my wanton glance ! In a misty blank, I eyed flakes dance. On the virgin snow, gallantly I trod , A t...