Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

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

The road before me and fills
Apace, and all
The dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly
The naked trees loom
Into the dim sky.

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

when at lonely intervals
Some farmer's sleigh, on,
With rustling and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is
Or the empty waste I hear
A sound and clear;

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

Then all is silent and the falls
soft 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 plod dumbly on and