Sunshine in February

O winter Sun!

How beautiful thy beams

Upon the chained earth!

The snows are melting and the gale

Is hushed; thou shinest, soft and pale,

O Winter Sun!

Upon a world that dreams,

And trembles with awakened hopes of birth.

O Joyful Green!

‘ Mid snowy patches gay

Thou peerest, and the sky

Shines blue through twigged boughs; each tree

Is aching now with thoughts of thee,

O Joyful Green!

Spring's heart is in the day

Though Winter's hands upon night's bosom lie.