When February sun shines cold
There comes a day when in the air
The wings of winter slow unfold
And show the golden summer there.

Dead ivy on the winter wall
Is glowing with an April light;
And all the wreckage of the fall
Above the snow comes into sight.

By a green rock beneath the pines
Are shadows blue along the snow.
Above the silent sun the lines
Of cloud in white procession go.

A bloom is on the forest tops
Of red light bursting through the brown.
The ice awakes, and silver drops
Come through the meadow stealing down.

The sky is hushed; beneath the trees
Where silentness and night have birth,
I heard the sunset whisper, Peace!
Peace, Peace! the gods are on the earth.