Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

White are the far-off plains, and
The forests grow;
The wind out along the height
And still the snow,
A gathering on roof and tree
Falls down audibly.

The road before me and fills
Apace, and all
The fences dwindle, and the
Are slowly out;
The trees loom spectrally
Into the dim sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted
Lie without a sound;
some soft minister of dreams
The hoods me round;
In wood and water, and air,
A everywhere.

Save at lonely intervals
farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runner and bells,
Swings by me and is
Or from the waste I hear
A sound remote and

The barking of a dog, or
To cattle, pealed,
Borne, echoing some wayside stall
Or far afield;

all is silent and the snow falls
Settling and slow
The deepens and the grey
Folds earth and sky
The seems shrouded, far away.

Its sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and