winter - robert louis stevenson - gideon wagner lyrics

in rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
the redbreast looks in vain
for hips and haws
lo, shining flowers upon my window pane
the silver pencil of the winter draws

when all the snowy hill
and the bare woods are still;
when snipes are silent in the frozen bogs
and all the garden garth is whelmed in mire
lo, by the hearth, the laughter of the logs –
more fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!