Tytuł: Snow

• Wykonawca: Loreena McKennitt
• Wyświetleń: 296

White are the far-off plains, and white
   The fading forests grow;
   The wind dies out along the height,
   And denser still the snow
   A gathering weight on roof and tree,
   Falls down scarce audibly
  
   The meadows and far-sheeted streams
   Lie still without a sound;
   Like some soft minister of dreams
   The snow-fall hoods me round;
   In wood and water, earth and air
   A silence is everywhere
  
   Save when at lonely spells
   Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
   With rustling runners and sharp bells
   Swings by me and is gone;
   From the empty space I hear
   A sound remote and clear
  
   Barking of a dog, or call
   To cattle, sharply pealed,
   Borne echoing from some wayside stall
   Or barnyard far afield;
   Then all is silent and the snow falls
   Settling soft and slow
  
   The evening deepens and the grey
   Folds closer earth and sky
   The world seems so shrouded, so far away.
   Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
   Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.
  
   I dream, I dream:
   I dream, I dream:
   I dream, I dream:
   I dream, I dream: