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,
And 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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Sounds of the Winter” was published in the 2nd Annex: Good-Bye My Fancy section in Whitman’s last edition of Leaves of Grass (1891-1892).