In Winter

The cold, ice-sucking wind has gone,

The air breathes quietly;

The rain has come, as warm as spray

That sprinkles ships at sea.

And I remember how I woke,

Before my time to rise,

And heard a Robin and a Thrush

Cheering the winter skies.

Now when my summer fails to shine,

And skies are cold and grey-

I'll let my Memory warm her hands

At this fine winter's day.