The sea is silent round this rocky shore;
The forest wind
From the loud level beach behind
Brings rolling up the distant water's roar.

Silent the wheeling sea-gull in the air,
Without a cry;
Far off beneath the bending sky
A silent ship goes down the ocean stair.

The sea is blue, the sky is white with cloud,
The land is white;
The seaward rocks are shining bright,
Enwrapped in a white, salt, and icy shroud.

The weeds and bushes bare above the snow,
Against the sun
Hold up brave stems, and many a one
Has February bits of bud to show.

Where roses grew in one wild garden-close
I pulled away
A pair of rose-hips for to-day;
Memorial to the mistress of the rose.