Sable clouds by tempest driven, <br />Snowflakes whirling in the gales, <br />Hark--it sounds like grim wolves howling, <br />Hark--now like a child it wails! <br />Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, <br />Rattling on the mortared walls, <br />Like some weary wanderer knocking-- <br />On the lowly pane it falls. <br /> <br />Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, <br />Drear and lonely our retreat, <br />Speak a word and break the silence, <br />Dearest little Mother, sweet! <br />Has the moaning of the tempest <br />Closed thine eyelids wearily? <br />Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring <br />Hummed a cradle song to thee? <br /> <br />Sweetheart of my youthful Springtime, <br />Thou true-souled companion dear-- <br />Let us drink! Away with sadness! <br />Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. <br />Sing the song how free and careless <br />Birds live in a distant land-- <br />Sing the song of maids at morning <br />Meeting by the brook's clear strand! <br /> <br />Sable clouds by tempest driven, <br />Snowflakes whirling in the gales, <br />Hark--it sounds like grim wolves howling, <br />Hark--now like a child it wails! <br />Sweetheart of my youthful Springtime, <br />Thou true-souled companion dear, <br />Let us drink! Away with sadness! <br />Wine will fill our hearts with cheer!<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-evening/
