“Mid-Winter Day” by Mary Brotherton

by theliterarymaiden

Mid-Winter Day
Mary Brotherton
From Graham’s Magazine, March, 1854

Ah! dim this day, beloved, and dim thine eyes,
But perched in yon black fir
Bold redbreast blithely chirrups as he flies,
“Spring, Spring’s astir!”

Spring is astir—not in my sight, but thought,
This sunless twenty-first,
Because Despair its cry from Hope hath caught,
This is the worst!”

For every step adown the Alpine peak,
Leads to the laughing vale;
The snow itself yields flowers—beloved, thy cheek
Is but as pale.