Winter Wishes
With my whispering wishes,
Send this winter wind across
These dreary hills and valleys white
With downy snow and ice, and frost.
And over trees, bedecked with
Glory, raising bushy hands to God
Let my whisper drift serenely to
Where birds chirp from afar—
Lo! My wishes, most heartfelt,
Meet low at Mother Winter's feet,
And she, without a care herself,
Casts them glittering into the breeze.
My song, my dreams, my life and I
Ride languidly, this airy tide.
The target which we both besought
Is found before the eventime.