When winter winds are piercing chill (Charles P. Morrison)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-17). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 291 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1892 J. Curwen & Sons
Original text and translations
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
Alas! how changed from that fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And song it ceased not with the day!
But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.