[00:23.82]White are the far-off plains, and white
[00:30.26]The fading forests grow;
[00:34.76]The wind dies out along the height,
[00:40.56]And denser still the snow
[00:46.16]A gathering weight on roof and tree,
[00:51.60]Falls down scarce audibly
[01:00.48]The meadows and far-sheeted streams
[01:05.69]Lie still without a sound;
[01:11.90]Like some soft minister of dreams
[01:17.68]The snow-fall hoods me round;
[01:24.31]In wood and water, earth and air
[01:29.11]A silence everywhere
[01:48.81]Save when at lonely intervals
[01:54.19]Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
[02:00.10]With rustling runners and sharp bells
[02:05.91]Swings by me and is gone;
[02:11.38]Or from the empty waste I hear
[02:16.27]A sound remote and clear
[02:26.27]The barking of a dog, or call
[02:32.12]To cattle, sharply pealed,
[02:37.28]Borne echoing from some wayside stall
[02:43.06]Or barnyard far afield;
[02:49.44]Then all is silent and the snow falls
[02:55.87]Settling soft and slow
[03:26.60]The evening deepens and the grey
[03:31.89]Folds closer earth and sky
[03:37.45]The world seems shrouded, far away.
[03:43.13]Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
[03:51.48]Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.
[04:04.80]And dream
[04:10.09]And dream
[04:15.89]And dream
[04:21.39]And dream
[04:26.63]And dream
[04:32.15]And dream
[04:37.95]And dream
[04:43.31]And dream