In wintry mourning draped

The Desert truly is here— Moral and Natural Wastes.— Gray stunted trees in wintry mourning draped with moss. Chill winds wail,— wild beasts howl,— and my heart echoes, 'Far—lone—forgot.'

 

-- March 1853 Scenes Beyond the Western Border; and Scenes and Adventures in the Army 

Winter pine tree draped in snow. William S. Keller, 1979.
via National Park Service

 

By wintry hills his hermit-mound
       The sheeted snow-drifts drape.... --Monody by Herman Melville