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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY THE HERO OF VIMY; AN INCIDENT OF THE GREAT WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON THE THREE MUSICIANS by AUBREY BEARDSLEY DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TURNED OUT FOR RENT by M. L. S. BURKE PROLOGUE TO A PLAY PRESENTED BEFORE THE KING AND QUEEN .. AT WHITEHALL by THOMAS CAREW |