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Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1671/Winter Song

WINTER SONG.

(FROM THE JAPANESE.)

Keen the wind from Fuji's height,
Sweeping o'er the plain,
Nips the leaves with iron might
And drives the icy rain.
Makes the brook a torrent run,
Hides with flying clouds the sun,
And howls a mad refrain.

Weary lag the traveller's feet
On the mountain way;
Dark the path — the cruel sleet
Dims the light of day.
The village buried from his view,
Where to his love he bade adieu,
And heard her parting lay.

O she must wait his coming long,
As swallows wait the spring!
Although her lips have framed the song
To give him welcoming;
High on the mountain-path the storm
Has veiled in snow her lover's form,
And she his dirge must sing.

All The Year Round.