A Dream of Winter

These flowers survive their lover bees

Whose deep bass voices filled the air;

The cuckoo and the nightingale

Have come and gone, we know not where.

Now, in this green and silent world,

In Autumn, full of smiling light,

I hear a bird that, suddenly,

Startles my hearing and my sight.

It is the Robin, singing of

A silver world of snow and frost;

Where all is cold and white-except

The fire that's on his own warm breast.