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