Snow, frost and sunshine... Lovely morning! Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning, Are still in bed... Awake, my sweet!.. Cast sleep away, I beg, and, rising, Yourself a northern star, the blazing Aurora, northern beauty, meet.
A mellow glow like that of amber Illumes the room... ’tis good to linger Beside the gaily crackling stove, And think and dream... But let our honest Brown mare without delay be harnessed That we may take a sledge ride, love.
We’ll give three reins to her, and lightly, The snow of morning gleaming brightly, Skim over it, and full of glee, Cross empty fields and empty meadows, A once green wood with trees like shadows, A stream and bank long dear to me.
