Frost and sun—the day is wondrous!

Thou still art slumbering charming friend.

’Tis time O Beauty to awaken:

Ope thine eyes now in sweetness closed

To meet the Northern Dawn of Morning

Thyself a north-star do thou appear!

Last night remember the storm scolded

And darkness floated in the clouded sky;

Like a yellow clouded spot

Thro’ the clouds the moon was gleaming—

And melancholy thou wert sitting—

But now … thro’ the window cast a look:

Stretched beneath the heavens blue

Carpet-like magnificent

In the sun the snow is sparkling;

Dark alone is the wood transparent

And thro’ the hoar gleams green the fir

And under the ice the rivulet sparkles.

Entire is lighted with diamond splendor

Thy chamber … with merry crackle

The wood is crackling in the oven.

To meditation invites the sofa.

But know you? In the sleigh not order why

The brownish mare to harness?

Over the morning snow we gliding

Trust we shall my friend ourselves

To the speed of impatient steed;

Visit we shall the fields forsaken

The woods dense but recently

And the banks so dear to me.