On An Arctic Winter

Cynthia then holiness spread in arctic dews,
From lately month that it pinion’d the living world,
There did swell the mild and greenish meadows,
Winter anew with frozen gold of treasury wild.

Moonlit beam mixed with atmospheres frigid cry,
Earthy sister,wind release’d  and then lightly roam;
Mirth awakes  in  foliages and swing its glory,
Enclasp the misted night the cold,unwilling  fame.

whilst from vales,the fairly streams run copious flow, 
And rivers there streaming nigh with half thawing ice, 
Awaited season bearing her low steep’d clouds of snow,
Earth rob’d its unpleas’d visage ‘gainst the wintery haze

Hazel’s yield its wild outpouring charm afar the woods;
Its fragrance wander’s from Floral eyes to forest streams,
Dimples the pearly drops, they around yonder dells,
And wets upon the clustery- mossy garden farms.

Numb as time,when cold was lagoons and icy yards,
And for those trees,its leaves went watery slumber,
Life hived round the hearth sides of affirming wards,
Where Winged warmth led all with daring number.

To Melancholy-Written On An intensely agitated Day

O ‘melancholy, hectic chill for human’s soul,
Herewith dismal presence any spirit does descent
Unto dreams of tranquil,restful, yet in gloom-ful
Moist,and sometimes of aweful views we went.

Enigmatic woven waves are those deary curls,
Which traverse with each mystery loom us,we bent,
Where life is low fram’d and fled amid wild the whirls,
And the dull’d eyes meet with a strange weary haunt.

Oft When Somber shadows veil the human laughter,
And Lowly made depression its doom above us sink,
From agonal mind with grief that drive’s and batter
mark’d by the sails of lonely hours that steep to think

Aye,diseased and fright our being; longing for an ease
Joy with last flash seen,while it floats and fades to ill,
For ne’er cured from the shaft that ruin,yet did we pause
Midst  yearning for love,a feathery bird to shrill.

Here weak, fainte’d ,mourn like an unholy mad spirit,
Behalf the life’s unique loss that binds with many more,
The mind that  fret’s with its tomb,bleakly dispirit
Laments the world, it’s fate when decayed future’s bare