At nine of the night I opened my door That stands midway between moor and moor, And all around me, silver-bright, I saw that the world had turned to white. Thick was the snow on field and hedge And vanished was the river-sedge, Where winter...
At nine of the night I opened my door That stands midway between moor and moor, And all around me, silver-bright, I saw that the world had turned to white. Thick was the snow on field and hedge And vanished was the river-sedge, Where winter...