Show i I The H Hoar ar Frost j J By CAROLYN M. M LEWIS LEWIS J Oh sleep little pines in your serried lI lines es Through the shine of the stilly night Oh dream and sigh you great pines high I bring you a blanket white In glittering gUtterIng wreaths I twine your leaves With faery tinsel spread And soft and light a coy coverlet white whito I I. I drop on your drowsy head I frost your cones till they hang on high Like diamond apples apples against the sky Oh fir tree tall by the mountain wall i I bring you a diadem The beechs beech's grace I hang with lace And the cedar from crown to hem I In a a. bright cascade are my splendors laid To cover the old dead weeds That bare and brown were laden down With a burden of rattling seeds I clothe the valley In vesture white And weave the woof in a windless night With a a. silent pass I change the grass Into silver domes of ot The maples maple's spire I paint with fire fife But her last sweet buds I slay By hill and vale and rock and swale l With flyIng Hying feet I go IF To herald the way for Winters Winter's sway 1 I 1 On his throne of ot Ice and snow All AH things thinS's mu must t T TAnd sleep as I pass by And I cover them neath a still white sky New New York Times |