Classic Poem

The tumbled drifts like fixed and frozen seas
Are billowed up around us, all in white,
The swirling winds on leafless branches smite
And round about the trunks of naked trees
Flit restlessly the black-capped chickadees;
Shy bits of grey, in brief and silent flight;
The woods are blacker than at dead of night
And under icy shields the waters freeze.

But yonder was a spray where on a time
The robin sang; in that lone reach remote
Wild violets gathered, bluer than the sea;
Nor shall this dearth banish the water's rhyme
The green of the grass, the blue-bird's April note,
While side by side you wander here with me.