Sunshine in February

O winter Sun! How beautiful thy beams Upon the chained earth! The snows are melting and the gale Is hushed; thou shinest, soft and pale, O Winter Sun! Upon a world that dreams, And trembles with awakened hopes of birth.

O Joyful Green! 'Mid snowy patches gay Thou peerest, and the sky Shines blue through twigged boughs; each tree Is aching now with thoughts of thee, O Joyful Green! Spring's heart is in the day Though Winter's hands upon night's bosom lie.