
The speaker walks a hill above a lonely valley in winter, describing sunlit bare woods, icicles, and the sounds of skating and voices. Remembering summer's birdsong and greenery, the speaker finds lasting cheer in the familiar music of winter winds.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Nature Poetry, Lyric Poetry · 277 words
When winter winds are piercing chill, / And through the hawthorn blows the gale, / With solemn feet I tread the hill, / That overbrows the lonely vale.
O'er the bare upland, and away / Through the long reach of desert woods, / The embracing sunbeams chastely play, / And gladden these deep solitudes.
Where, twisted round the barren oak, / The summer vine in beauty clung, / And summer winds the stillness broke, / The crystal icicle is hung.
Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs / Pour out the river's gradual tide, / Shrilly the skater's iron rings, / And voices fill the woodland side.
winter · woodlands · wind · icicles · skating · seasonal change
Woods in Winter is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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