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Monday, December 5, 2016

21 Days of the Winter Solstice 5


White are the far-off fields, 
and white The fading forests grow;

The wind dies out along the heights, 
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 around;
In wood and water, earth and air 
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

The barking of a dog,

To cattle, is 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 round the 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....

Lyric: Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)
Music: Loreena McKennitt

Blessings dark and deep!

1 comment:

  1. Her voice is haunting yet lovely...Blessings to Loreena McKenmitt. I love listening to my CDs of her. Thank you for posting.