by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
Snow o'er the darkening moorlands,—
Flakes fill the quiet air;
Drifts in the forest hollows,
And a soft mask everywhere.
by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
Snow o'er the darkening moorlands,—
Flakes fill the quiet air;
Drifts in the forest hollows,
And a soft mask everywhere.