Explore "Winter-Time" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, / A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; / Blinks but an hour or two; and then, / A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies, / At morning in the dark I rise; / And shivering in my nakedness, / By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit / To warm my frozen bones a bit; / Or with a reindeer-sled, explore / The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap / Me in my comforter and cap; / The cold wind burns my face and blows / Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod; / Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; / And tree and house, and hill and lake, / Are frosted like a wedding-cake.