| Winter-Time | |
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| Robert Louis Stevenson (from A Child’s Garden of Verses, 1885) | |
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| 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.  We finally had snowman weather! Warm enough to stay outside and play most of the day. Unfortunately I ate the last carrot for lunch, which she was not very happy about - sorry Semay ;) |
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