Chapter 1
Section 1 of Birds and Nature, Volume 10, No. 5, December 1901. Recorded for LibriVox.org by Tavarish. Snowflakes Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest fields forsaken, Silent and soft and slow descends the snow Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression
Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession The troubled sky reveals the grief it feels This is the poem of the air Slowly in silent syllables recorded, This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed, To wood and field. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow O wonderful world of white, When trees are hung with lace, and the rough winds chide and snowflakes hide
each break unsheltered place. When birds and brooks are dumb, what then? Oh, round we go to the green again. G. Cooper
Round the year End of section 1. This recording is in the public domain.
