Before the Snow by Bliss Carman — Read

Now soon, ah, very soon, I know / The trumpets of the north will blow, / And the great winds will come to bring / The pale, wild riders of the snow.

Darkening the sun with level flight, / At arrowy speed, they will alight, / Unnumbered as the desert sands, / To bivouac on the edge of night.

Then I, within their somber ring, / Shall hear a voice that seems to sing, / Deep, deep within my tranquil heart, / The valiant prophecy of spring.