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.
~Excerpt from Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882
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.
~Excerpt from Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882