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, An 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.