Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Earlier PoemsWoods in Winter
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And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.
Pour out the river’s gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater’s iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.