SUMMER joys are o'er, 

Flowerets bloom no more, 

Wintry winds are sweeping; 

Through the snow-drifts peeping, 

Cheerful evergreen now no more is seen. 

Now, no plumed throng 

Charms the wood with song; 

Ice-bound trees are glittering; 

Merry snowbirds, twittering, 

Fondly strive to cheer scenes so cold and drear. 

Winter, still I see 

Many charms in thee,— 

Love thy chilly greeting, 

Snowstorms fiercely beating, 

And the dear delights of the long, long nights. 

From the German.