| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. “Winter is now around me” | | By James Gates Percival (1795–1856) |
| | | WINTER is now around me, and the snow | |
| Has thrown its mantle over herb, tree, flower; | |
| The icicle has tapestried the bower, | |
| And in a crystal sheet the rivers flow; | |
| And mustering from the north, at evening blow | 5 |
| The hollow winds, and through the starlit hour | |
| Shake from the icy wood a rattling shower, | |
| That tinkles on the glassy crust below; | |
| And Morning rises in a saffron glow, | |
| Pouring her splendor through the fretted grove, | 10 |
| In tints that round the heart enchantment throw, | |
| Like what the Graces in their girdle wove; | |
| And shining on the mountain’s frosted brow, | |
| That o’er the gilded landscape looks afar, | |
| Her kindling beams the virgin mantle strow | 15 |
| With drops of gold that twinkle like a star! | | | | |
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