Winter Streams by Bliss Carman — Read

Now the little rivers go / Muffled safely under snow,

And the winding meadow streams / Murmur in their wintry dreams,

While a tinkling music wells / Faintly from there icy bells,

Telling how their hearts are bold / Though the very sun be cold.

Ah, but wait until the rain / Comes a-sighing once again,

Sweeping softly from the Sound / Over ridge and meadow ground!

Then the little streams will hear / April calling far and near, --

Slip their snowy bands and run / Sparkling in the welcome sun.