Friday, November 28, 2014

WINTER TIME Robert Louis Stevenson




WINTER  TIME

Robert Louis Stevenson



Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.


Before the stars have left the skies,

At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.


Close by the jolly fire I sit

To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.


When to go out, my nurse doth wrap

Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.


Black are my steps on silver sod;

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.









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