Silent Song

White are the far-off fields, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the heights,
And denser still the snow.
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
the snow-fall hoods me around;
In wood and water, earth and air
Silence is everywhere.
                         ...................   Archibald Lampman

My "Winter" entry for the challenge at Take A Word this week.