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, garner'd apples, corn,
Children's and women's tones—rhythm of many a farmer and
of flail,

An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give
out yet,

Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass 1891-92. http://www.whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1891/poems/385


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