Lover of the Light

oh lover of the light do not despair

at day’s quick death in the winter air,

for what was summer’s kingly glow

is not defeated by winter’s snow

but only changed, and scattered far

into the points of a thousand stars:

the glitter of frost, the crystal gems

of ice that sparkle in all the glens,

the little candles in each window,

the glimmering icicles that grow

from every roof, and look at the sight,

of the silent, moonlit, icy midnight.

yes, this is winter, soft but bright;

do not despair, oh lover of the light.