We watch the sun, together, descending in purple and gold, in every variety of magnificence, over the river.
Lately, we go on the river, which is now frozen; my lord to skate, and I to run and slide, during the dolphin death of day.

I consider my husband a rare sight, gliding over the icy stream.
For, wrapped in his cloak, he looks very graceful; impetuously darting from me in long, sweeping curves, and returning again-- again to shoot away.

Our meadow at the bottom of the orchard is like a small frozen sea now; and that is the present scene of our heroic games.

Sometimes, in the splendor of the dying light, we seem sporting upon transparent gold, so prismatic becomes the ice; and the snow takes opaline hues from the gems that float above as clouds.

It is eminently the hour to see objects, just after the sun has disappeared.