The storm wind covers the sky <br />Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, <br />Now it howls like a wolf, <br />Now it is crying, like a lost child, <br />Now rustling the decayed thatch <br />On our tumbledown roof, <br />Now, like a delayed traveller, <br />Knocking on our window pane. <br />Our wretched little cottage <br />Is gloomy and dark. <br />Why do you sit all silent <br />Hugging the window, old gran? <br />Has the howling of the storm <br />Wearied you, at last, dear friend? <br />Or are you dozing fitfully <br />Under the spinning wheel's humming? <br />Let us drink, dearest friend <br />To my poor wasted youth. <br />Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass? <br />Our hearts at least will be lightened. <br />Sing me a song of how the bluetit <br />Quietly lives across the sea. <br />Sing me a song of how the young girl <br />Went to fetch water in the morning. <br />The storm wind covers the sky <br />Whirling the fleecy snow drifts <br />Now it howls like a wolf, <br />Now it is crying, like a lost child. <br />Let us drink, dearest friend <br />To my poor wasted youth. <br />Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass? <br />Our hearts at least will be lightened.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-evening-4/
