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Loreena McKennitt. "Snow"

Words by Archibald Lampman





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 intervals

Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,

With rustling runners and sharp bells

Swings by me and is gone;

Or from the empty waste I hear

A sound remote and clear



The barking of a dog

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.


@музыка: Loreena McKennitt - a Winter Garden (Five songs for a season) - Snow

@настроение: *снежное*