beautifully drawn Victorian illustration showing a picture of a frosty winter scene: trees frame a church.
Hardly more beautiful are woods and trees
In summer’s gay exuberance than now,
Brightening a sunrise, while a gentle breeze
Plays through the ringlets gracing Nature’s brow,
And kindling radiance glows o’er hills and leas.
The short-lived glory of the glittering rime
Illumes the weeping willow and white birch
With rich fantastic forms, and the tall lime
Is robed in affluence, while the ivied church
Wears jewels as it rings the morning chime.
The crisp white clothing, elegantly chaste,
Melts into diamonds exquisitely bright,
Flashing in sunshine brief – but fall in haste,
Thawed into genial rain-drops, pure as light. (Benjamin Gough)