snow

• loreena mckennitt'ten...
  eski albümlerinden to drive the cold wind away'de olması lazım.
  
  white are the far-off plains, and white
  the fading forests grow;
  the wind dies out along the height,
  and denser still the snow,
  a gathering weight on roof and tree,
  falls down scarce audibly.
  
  the road before me smooths and fills
  apace, and all ahout
  the fences dwindle, and the hills
  are bloted slowly out;
  the naked trees loom spectrally
  into the dim white sky.
  
  the meadows and far-sheeted streams
  lie still without a sound;
  like some soft minister of dreams
  the snow-fall hoods me round;
  in wood and water, earth and air,
  a silence everywhere.
  
  save when at lonely intervals
  some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
  with rustling runners and sharp bells
  swings by me and is gone;
  or from the empty waste i hear
  a sound remote and clear.
  
  the barking of a dog, or call
  to cattle, sharply pealed,
  borne echoing from some wayside stall
  or barnyard far afield;
  
  then all is silent and the snow falls
  settling soft and slow
  the evening deepens and the grey
  folds closer earth and sky
  the world seems shrouded, far away.
  
  its noises sleep, and i as secret as
  yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.