Hoarser gales are round us blowing,
Clouds drive o'er the sky;
Day by day is shorter growing,
Weary nights are nigh.

Morn and eve are chill and dreary,
Birds have lost their mirth;
Whispering leaves, of converse weary,
Silent sink to earth.

Flowers are in the garden faded,
From the fields are fled;
Many a nook the blossom shaded
With the seed is spread.

Dewy drops, the long grass bending,
Glitter bright, yet chill;
Earth is cold, and showers descending
Make her colder still.

Brighter skies and warmer weather
Made our fancies roam;
Winter binds our hearts together
Round the fire at home.