Its blown snow flashing cold and keen,
Dead white, save where some sharp ravine
Took shadow, or the sombre green
Of hemlock turned to pitchy black
From Snow-bound : a winter idyl, by John Greenleaf Whittier, Boston, 1868.
(Source: archive.org)
Its blown snow flashing cold and keen,
Dead white, save where some sharp ravine
Took shadow, or the sombre green
Of hemlock turned to pitchy black
From Snow-bound : a winter idyl, by John Greenleaf Whittier, Boston, 1868.
(Source: archive.org)
From Snow-bound : a winter idyl, by John Greenleaf Whittier, Boston, 1868. (Source: archive.org)