Classic Poem

Overcast is the sky,
And the wind passes by,
Breathing blight.
Yet, afar in the gloom,
In the desolate room,
Cold and white,
Where December is king,
I hear a lone bird sing.
And the gloom,
Ere my glad lips can say,
From the earth melts away,
In the warm smile of Spring,
And the frosty winds bring
Sweet perfume.
In the vast waste of snow,
I see the roses bloom.

Overcast is the sky,
And the wind passes by,
Breathing blight.
Yet, afar in the gloom,
In the desolate room,
Cold and white,
Where December is king,
I hear a lone bird sing.
And the gloom,
Ere my glad lips can say,
From the earth melts away,
In the warm smile of Spring,
And the frosty winds bring
Sweet perfume.
In the vast waste of snow,
I see the roses bloom.