Picture-Books in Winter
Summer fading, winter comes--Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,Window robins, winter rooks,And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stoneNurse and I can walk upon;Still we find the flowing brooksIn the picture story-books.
All the pretty things put by,Wait upon the children's eye,Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things areSeas and cities, near and far,And the flying fairies' looks,In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,Happy chimney-corner days,Sitting safe in nursery nooks,Reading picture story-books?
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