Sounds of the Winter

  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, garnerd apples, corn,
  Childrens and womens tones--rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
  An old mans garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
  Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.