THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
ASTOR, LENOX, AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS
Or from the bottoms of the bosomed hills,
In pure effusion flow. United, thus,
The exhaling Sun, the vapor-burdened air,
The gelid mountains, that, to rain condensed,
These vapors in continual current draw,
And send them, o'er the fair-divided earth,
In bounteous Rivers to the deep again,
A social commerce hold, and, firm, support
The full-adjusted harmony of things.
To thy loved haunt return, my happy Muse:
For now, behold, the joyous Winter days,
Frosty, succeed; and through the blue serene,
For sight too fine, the ethereal Niter flies;
Killing infectious damps, and the spent air
Storing afresh with elemental life.
Close crowds the shining Atmosphere; and binds
Our strengthened bodies in its cold embrace,
Constringent; feeds, and animates our blood;
Refines our spirits, through the new-strung nerves,
In swifter sallies darting to the brain,
Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool,
Bright as the skies, and as the season keen.
All Nature feels the renovating force
Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye
In ruin seen. The frost-concocted Glebe
Draws in abundant vegetable soul,
And gathers vigor for the coming year;
A stronger Glow sits on the lively cheek
Of ruddy fire; and luculent along
The purer Rivers flow, their sullen deeps,
Transparent, open to the Shepherd's gaze,
And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost.
What art thou, Frost? and whence are thy keen stores Derived, thou secret all-invading Power,
Whom even the illusive fluid cannot fly?
Is not thy potent energy, unseen,
Myriads of little salts, or hooked, or shaped
Like double wedges, and diffused immense
Through water, earth, and ether? hence at eve,
Steamed eager from the red horizon round,
With the fierce rage of Winter deep suffused,
An icy Gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool
Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career
Arrests the bickering stream. The loosened Ice,
Let down the flood, and half dissolved by day,
Rustles no more; but to the sedgy bank
Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone,
A crystal pavement, by the breath of Heaven
Cemented firm; till, seized from shore to shore,
The whole imprisoned river growls below.
Loud rings the frozen Earth, and, hard, reflects
A double noise; while, at his evening Watch,
The village Dog deters the nightly thief;
The Heifer lows; the distant Waterfall
Swells in the breeze; and, with the hasty Tread
Of traveler, the hollow-sounding Plain
Shakes from afar. The full Ethereal Round,
Infinite worlds disclosing to the view,
Shines out intensely keen; and, all one cope
Of Starry glitter, glows from pole to pole.
From pole to pole the rigid Influence falls,
Through the still night, incessant, heavy, strong,
And seizes Nature fast. It freezes on;
Till Morn, late rising o'er the drooping world,
Lifts her pale Eye unjoyous. Then appears
The various labor of the silent Night:
Prone from the dripping eave, and dumb cascade
Whose idle torrents only seem to roar,
The pendent Icicle; the Frostwork fair,
Where transient hues, and fancied figures rise;
Wide spouted o'er the hill, the frozen Brook,
A livid tract, cold gleaming on the morn;
The Forest bent beneath the plumy wave;
And by the frost refined, the whiter Snow,
Incrusted hard, and sounding to the Tread
Of early Shepherd, as he pensive seeks
His pining flock, or from the mountain Top,
Pleased with the slippery surface, swift descends.
On blithesome frolics bent, the youthful Swains,
While every work of man is laid at rest,
Fond o'er the river crowd, in various sport
And revelry dissolved; where mixing glad,
Happiest of all the train, the raptured Boy
Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine
Branched out in many a long canal extends,
From every province swarming, void of care,
Batavia rushes forth; and as they sweep,
On sounding Skates, a thousand different ways,
In circling poise, swift as the winds, along,
The then gay land is maddened all to joy.
Nor less the northern Courts, wide o'er the snow,
Pour a new pomp. Eager, on rapid Sleds,
Their vigorous youth in bold contention wheel
The long-resounding course. Meantime, to raise
The manly strife, with highly blooming charms,
Flushed by the season, Scandinavia's Dames,
Or Russia's buxom Daughters, glow around.
Pure, quick, and sportful is the wholesome Day;
But soon elapsed. The horizontal Sun,
Broad o'er the south, hangs at his utmost noon,
And ineffectual strikes the gelid cliff:
His azure gloss the mountain still maintains,
Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the Vale
Relents awhile to the reflected ray;
Or from the forest falls the clustered Snow,
Myriads of gems, that in the waving gleam.
Gay twinkle as they scatter. Thick around
Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun,
And dog impatient bounding at the shot,
Worse than the Season, desolate the fields;
And, adding to the ruins of the year,
Distress the footed or the feathered game.
But what is this? our infant Winter sinks,
Divested of his grandeur, should our eye
Astonished shoot into the frigid zone;
Where, for relentless months, continual Night
Holds o'er the glittering waste her starry reign.
Muttering, the Winds at eve, with blunted point, Blow hollow blustering from the south. Subdued,
The Frost resolves into a trickling thaw.
Spotted the Mountains shine; loose Sleet descends,
And floods the country round. The Rivers swell,
Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the Hills,
O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts,
A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once;
And, where they rush, the wide resounding plain
Is left one slimy waste. Those sullen Seas,
That washed the ungenial pole, will rest no more
Beneath the shackles of the mighty north;
But, rousing all their waves, resistless heave.
And hark! the lengthening Roar continuous runs
Athwart the rifted deep: at once it bursts,
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