Saturday, February 13, 2010

Time to Shake Off the Lethargy


The old familiar sights of ours
Took marvellous shapes; strange domes and towers
Rose up where sty or corn-crib stood,
Or garden-wall, or belt of wood;
A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed,
A fenceless drift what once was road;
The bridle-post an old man sat
With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat;
The well-curb had a Chinese roof;
And even the long sweep, high aloof,
In its slant spendor, seemed to tell
Of Pisa's leaning miracle. 
--from Snow-bound, A Winter Idyl, by John Greenleaf Whittier 

 




 


 It was beautiful to look at, to wonder at... heavy to shovel, difficult to maneuver around. Time to get back to life as usual.

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