Picture- in Winter
Summer fading, winter comes--
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-.
All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-.
We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-?
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。