Sounds of the Winter

Sounds of the winter too,

Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain,

From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn,house,

The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,

Children's and women's tones—rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,

An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,

Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.