Mt. Moosilauke (1924) - Winter Poem
O, the wind howls over the hills tonight
And wide is the lonely sky
These are our hills when the snows drift deep
When roaring freshets flow
When under the summer moon they sleep
And when the red leaves blow
And where'er we go and whatever we do
Memories will remain.
These are our hills when the snows drift deep
When roaring freshets flow
When under the summer moon they sleep
And when the red leaves blow
And where'er we go and whatever we do
Memories will remain
Of the winds that blew on the trails we knew
In snow and sun and rain.
We shall have known what the dawn wind sings
High on a lonely peak
And learned the challenge the lightning flings
And heard the thunder speak
The splendor of noon and sunset's gold
The stars shall speak their lore
And when we are old all the firelight told
We shall see in our dreams once more.
- H.P. Haile
