Friday, February 15, 2013

Woods in Winter/Metsä talvella

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When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale. 

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O'er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.

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Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.

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Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river's gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater's iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.

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Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

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But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.

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Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.

Woods in Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 


 

5 comments:

  1. oh my goodness...God's trees are amazing!! wow!

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  2. I think so, too, Sharron & mountain mama! So beautiful..

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  3. Loving all the snow pictures, wishing we were experiencing it here! Thanks for sharing!

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  4. Thank you, Gayly! We got more snow last night - just in time for my sister's visit, her kids are so excited:)

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