Picture-books in Winter

Picture-books in Winter PoemA wintry poem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Summer fading, winter comes,
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,

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Picture-books in Winter

Summer; fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children’s eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are,
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies’ looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safely in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?



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