NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know <br />The trumpets of the north will blow, <br />And the great winds will come to bring <br />The pale wild riders of the snow. <br />Darkening the sun with level flight, <br />At arrowy speed, they will alight, <br />Unnumbered as the desert sands, <br />To bivouac on the edge of night. <br />Then I, within their somber ring, <br />Shall hear a voice that seems to sing, <br />Deep, deep within my tranquil heart, <br />The valiant prophecy of spring.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-snow-2/
