Google+ Followers

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Sounds of the Winter by WALT WHITMAN

                                    

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,
And 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.

No comments: