Classic Poem

The skies o'ercast and fierce winds blow,
Their chilling breath thro' leafless trees,
Streams fetter-bound in icy chains,
And frosty net-work on the panes.
The birds have sought a summer clime,
Each tender floweret, bud and vine,
Has hid away with timid fear,
For lo, December days are here!
The blazing logs are heard to crack,
And all the grain is garnered now.