the snowhas forgottenhow to stopit fallsstutteringat the glassa silk windsockof snowblowingunder the porch lighttangling treeswhich bendlike old womensnarledin their ownknittingsnow driftsup to the stepover the doorsilla pointillist’s blurthe weddingof form and motionshaping itselfto the wish ofany object it toucheschairs becomelaps of snowthe moon could bebreaking apartand fallingover the eavesover the roofa white bearshaking its pawat the windowsplitting the hiveof wintersnow stingingthe air I pull a comforterof snowup to my chinand tumbleto sleepas the wholealphabetof silencefalls out of thesky
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!And thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled alongThe unbroken songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!Till ringing, singing on its way,The world revolved from night to day,A voice, a chime,A chant sublimeOf peace on earth, good-will to men!Then from each black, accursed mouthThe cannon thundered in the South,And with the soundThe carols drownedOf peace on earth, good-will to men!It was as if an earthquake rentThe hearth-stones of a continent,And made forlornThe households bornOf peace on earth, good-will to men!And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;For hate is strong,And mocks the songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The Wrong shall fail,The Right prevail,With peace on earth, good-will to men."
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