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John Greenleaf Whittier



John Greenleaf Whittier: Fireside
"By the Fireside" by John Abercromby
(textured paper with varnish)


Shut in from all the world without
we sat the clean-winged hearth about
Content to the let north-wind roar
In baffled rage at pane and door,
While the red logs before us beat
the frost-line back with tropic heat;
and ever, when a louder blast
shook beam and rafter as it passed,
the merrier up its roaring draught
the great throat of the chimney laughed.
The house-dog on his paws outspread
laid by the fire his drowsy head.
The cat's dark silhouette on the wall
a couchant tiger's seemed to fall;
and, for the winter fireside meet
between the andirons' straddling feet,
the mug of cider simmered slow,
the apples sputtered in a row,
and close at hand, the basket stood
with nuts from brown October's wood.

Written by John Greenleaf Whittier

From "Snow-bound: A Winter Idyll"