Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells...
In winter in the woods alone Against the trees I go I mark a maple for my own And lay the maple low. At four o’clock I shoulder ax, And in the afterglow I link a line of shadowy tracks Across the tinted snow. I see for Nature no defeat In one...
