1

Autumn has vanished with his train
Of ripened fruits and golden grain
Now the white hoar frost spreads the feilds
Grim Winter now the sceptre weilds

2

Lowring clouds deface the sky
Veil the solemn worlds on high
Many a storm portending blast
Sweeps with mournful cadence past

3

And the lonely traveller
Now sees the tempest from afar
Benighted on some desert moor
He hears the distant sullen roar

4

Sent by the spirit of the storm
From the dark bosom of a cloud
It floats & sounds more near & loud
As in the heavens, black he sees an awful form

5

It rears its huge & ghastly head
Around which plays an halo red
From out the battlements of air
All gilded by the moonlight fair

6

Which suddenly as if unbound
Flings a radiance around
Bright'ning with a fitful glory
The grim cloudy giant hoary

7

Lost again in dessert gloom
It sinks within a vapoury tomb
Meantime the swift descending snow
Comes with one continuous flow

8

Whitening all the earth around
From the heavens black and louring
Ceaseless & incessant pouring
Till in its winter robe is clothed all the ground

9

Dismal & deathlike is the scene
But soon arrayed in robes of green
Spring will come, the budding bower
& the snowdrops humble flower

10

Heralding her coming step
From the verdant earth will peep
While the little birds will sing
At the approach of gentle spring

11

Soon the rose will ope her bud
And each fair flowret of the wood
The violet dark the primrose pale
The cowslip of the sweeping vale

12

Will all unfold their fragrant leaves
Purple, crimson and bright gold
A wreath for meadow waste & wold
Their rich united sweets harmoniously weaves