A Winter Evening
Alexander Pushkin
Sable clouds by tempest driven,
Snowflakes whirling in the gales,
Hark–it sounds like grim wolves howling,
Hark–now like a child it wails!
Creeping through the rustling straw thatch,
Rattling on the mortared walls,
Like some weary wanderer knocking–
On the lowly pane it falls.
| Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely our retreat, Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little Mother, sweet! Has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel’s soft whirring Hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful Springtime, Sable clouds by tempest driven, |
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