Break Thy Sleep

Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)

When to-night, the shining snowFell on forest brown and lea,Hanging diamonds on the tree;—When the dazzling world belowLifted up, all brilliantly,Stars again, to stars to throw;—Then I thought of thee . . . !White the winter forests sweepDown to meet the midnight sea,—Dearest, break thy charmèd sleep,Dream a winter dream of me.