Quebec Winter Scene
And the snow trodden round the yard, Soiled with boots and fetched cordwood, Straw ravelled near the barnThe long snow of the fourfold land. At dusk, acres clamped cold, . Threshold and clearing everywhere white To the distant scribble of alders, across The frozen field railfence like a crazy Staff of music; sky only harvest Helps over, cold, the taste of tin Dipper a man drinks from, gulping, Sweat of snug barn-work a hazard Once out, door-to, headed for house.