James Russell Lowell
22 February 1819 – 12 August 1891
Above And Below
A Youthful Experiment In English Hexameters
A Stanza On Freedom
01 Dec 2015 02:23
I'm looking for the name of a poem by JTL about winter. I remember some words, perhaps not accurate: The snow had begun in the gloaming and busily all the night, had been heaping field and byway with a silence deep and bright. Every pine, fir and hemlock wore ermine too deep for an Earl. And the poorest twig on the elm tree was ridged inch deep in pearl.