<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woods in Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When winter winds are piercing chill,<br> And through the hawthorn blows the gale,<br>With solemn feet I tread the hill,<br> That overbrows the lonely vale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the bare upland, and away<br> Through the long reach of desert woods,<br>The embracing sunbeams chastely play,<br> And gladden these deep solitudes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, twisted round the barren oak,<br> The summer vine in beauty clung,<br>And summer winds the stillness broke,<br> The crystal icicle is hung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs<br> Pour out the river's gradual tide,<br>Shrilly the skater's iron rings,<br> And voices fill the woodland side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! how changed from the fair scene,<br> When birds sang out their mellow lay,<br>And winds were soft, and woods were green,<br> And the song ceased not with the day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still wild music is abroad,<br> Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;<br>And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,<br> Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear<br> Has grown familiar with your song;<br>I hear it in the opening year,<br> I listen, and it cheers me long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409869" data-title="Woods in Winter de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing sunbeams cha..."></div> </div> </div>

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