Beckon do the waters
‘neath its icy shield
Winter’s cloak embraces
Frosted o’er the green
Felled is Autumn’s harvest
Still the lilacs scent
Perfumed the winter breeze
Winds from Heaven sent
Majestic mountain peaks
Pure in ivory white
Twinkle the darkened moors
Kissed this wintry night
Wakes the gentle lion
Roars her glacier call
Across the midnight sky
Snowflake tears do fall
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