From 'Woods in Winter' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

From 'Woods in Winter' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day! 
But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. 
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.


To learn more about identifying trees in winter follow the link below to the Woodland Trust website



Comments