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.