Sonnet, Green Hollow Dale (In Winter)

The green hollow dale’s in slumbering mood Of flowers catching glow of new sunshine In dreams of summer flowing in its fine Of days going by in their intermit elude Yesterday's winter of barren trees nude Shivering in wind of its frosty intrude Stretching the barriers through the sky deep line To openness of futures lime and brine That comes like silver to be multitude Dreams in the quivering warm from the cold Into earth breast that still lies here sleeping Nothing for long this liveliness can hold It from spreading jade and thus beauty keeping All that's emerald is still though in its hold But soon with new spring it starts to unfold