Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson

A favorite poem from a favorite author—perhaps for your Morning Time this week? This poem is a featured selection in Fable & Songand it also makes a lovely poem for recitation. It is filled with fun imagery in the figures —simile, metaphor, and personification—not to the schemes of alliteration and anastrophe and polysyndeton . . . Enjoy!

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
~Robert Louis Stevenson


Winter Sunrise, Charles Warren Eaton, c. 1890

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