“Sunday Skaters” by Frederik Marianus Kruseman

A Day in Winter

Through the Crimson fires of morning
Streaming upwards in the East,
Leaps the sun, with sudden dawning,
Like a captive king released;
And December skies reflected
In the azure hue below
Seem like summer recollected
In the dreaming of the snow. –
It is winter, little children, let the summer,
singing, go!

There are crisp winds gaily blowing
From the North and from the West;
‘Bove the river strongly flowing
Lies the river’s frozen breast:
O’er its shining silence crashing
Skim the skaters to and fro;
And the noonday splendours flashing
In the rainbow colors show. –
It is winter, little children, let the summer,
singing, go!

When the gorgeous day is dying,
There is swept a cloud of rose
O’er the hill-tops softly lying
In the flush of sweet repose;
And the nests, all white with snowing,
In the twilight breezes blow;
And the untired moon is showing
Her bare heart to the snow. –
It is winter, little children, let the summer,
singing, go!

Mrs. L.C. Whiton
Christmas Carols and Midsummer Songs, 1881

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