I now, o Friend, whom Noiselessly the Snows

I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows / Settle around, and whose small chamber grows / Dusk as the sloping window takes its load:

The kindly hill, as to complete our hap, / Has ta'en us in the shelter of her lap; / Well sheltered in our slender grove of trees / And ring of walls, we sit between her knees; / A disused quarry, paved with rose plots, hung / With clematis, the barren womb whence sprung / The crow-stepped house itself, that now far seen / Stands, like a bather, to the neck in green.