Poetry for Christmas: "Triolet"

by F. W. Harvey

Winter has hardened all the ground,
     But flowers are on the window pane;
No others are there to be found;
     Winter has hardened all the ground.

But here, while earth is bare and bound,
     Bloom ghosts of those his frost has slain
Winter has hardened all the ground,
     But flowers are on the window pane.