Winter Sky
A Winter Dawn by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.
Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
'A Winter Sky' by George Inness (1825-1894), Oil on canvas. 1866
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.