Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — In Winter

I

When black frosts pluck the acorns down, And in the lane the waters freeze;

And ’thwart red skies the wild-fowl flies, And death sits grimly in the trees;

When home-lights glitter through the brown Of dusk like shaggy eyes,-- Before the door his feet, sweetheart, And two white arms that greet, sweetheart, And two white arms that greet.

II

When ways are drifted with the leaves, And winds make music in the thorns;

And lone and lost above the frost The new-moon shows its silver horns;

When underneath the lamplit eaves The opened door is crossed,-- A happy heart and light, sweetheart, And lips that kiss good night, sweetheart, And lips that kiss good night.

ON THE FARM