THE
WINTER's
WALK
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
BEHOLD
,
my
fair
,
where'er
we
rove
,
What
dreary
prospects
round
us
rise
;
The
naked
hill
,
the
leafless
grove
,
The
hoary
ground
,
the
frowning
skies
!
Nor
only
thought
the
wasted
plain
,
Stern
Winter
,
in
thy
force
confess'd
;
Still
wider
spreads
thy
horrid
reign
,
I
feel
thy
power
usurp
my
breast
.
Enlivening
Hope
and
fond
Desire
Resign
the
heart
to
Spleen
and
Care
;
Scarce
frighted
Love
maintains
her
fire
,
And
Rapture
saddens
to
Despair
.
In
groundless
hope
,
and
causeless
fear
,
Unhappy
man
!
behold
thy
doom
,
Still
changing
with
the
changeful
year
,
The
slave
of
sunshine
and
of
gloom
.
Tir'd
with
vain
joys
,
and
false
alarms
,
With
mental
and
corporeal
strife
;
Snatch
me
,
my
STELLA
,
to
thy
arms
,
And
screen
me
from
the
ills
of
Life
.