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.