Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

White are the plains, and white
The fading forests
The wind out along the height
And still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and
Falls down audibly.

The road me smooths and fills
Apace, and all
The dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted out;
The naked trees spectrally
the dim white sky.

The and far-sheeted streams
Lie still a sound;
some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me
In wood and water, and air,
A everywhere.

Save when at intervals
Some farmer's sleigh, on,
With runner and sharp bells,
by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I
A sound remote and

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

Then all is silent and the falls
Settling and slow
The evening deepens and the
Folds closer and sky
The world shrouded, far away.

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