Look! Standing at the brow,
I see seas of green
Wreathed round the hillside.
The sparkling clear water
Of the pond down below
Reflects the crimson leaves
Of the nearby tree, wherein squirrels
Hide their nuts.
Oh, what beauty is the winter!
When all is solitary and the bears do slumber;
The air is sharp and clear as crystal
The sun’s rays gentle, through the star-like spaces
Of the trees’ dense branches.
Oh Winter! Before you make way for spring,
Bless this hillside with snow!
Bring me your cold, and the shivers,
Your unparalleled, blossoming beauty.
With inner warmth and joyful bound
Do make me sing; do make me glow.
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