[00:23.440]white are the far-off plains, and white
[00:30.160]the fading forests grow;
[00:34.720]the wind dies out along the height,
[00:40.700]and denser still the snow
[00:46.390]a gathering weight on roof and tree,
[00:52.420]falls down scarce audibly
[00:57.500]
[01:01.650]the meadows and far-sheeted streams
[01:06.430]lie still without a sound;
[01:12.680]like some soft minister of dreams
[01:18.350]the snow-fall hoods me round;
[01:23.770]in wood and water, earth and air
[01:30.110]a silence everywhere
[01:35.740]
[01:44.010]save when at lonely intervals
[01:49.120]some farmers sleigh, urged on,
[01:54.930]with rustling runners and sharp bells
[02:00.930]swings by me and is gone;
[02:06.520]or from the empty waste i hear
[02:12.500]a sound remote and clear
[02:19.700]
[02:33.010]the barking of a dog, or call
[02:38.040]to cattle, sharply pealed,
[02:43.120]borne echoing from some wayside stall
[02:49.220]or barnyard far afield;
[02:55.130]then all is silent and the snow falls
[03:02.510]settling soft and slow
[03:10.010]
[03:53.980]the evening deepens and the grey
[03:59.350]folds closer earth and sky
[04:05.470]the world seems shrouded, far away.
[04:11.210]its noises sleep, and i as secret as
[04:19.320]yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.
[04:32.360]
[04:34.820]and dream
[04:41.250]
[04:45.590]and dream
[04:51.690]
[04:55.500]and dream...
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