Pile high the hickory and the light Log of chestnut struck by the blight. Welcome-in the winter night. The day has gone in hewing and felling, Sawing and drawing wood to the dwelling For the night of talk and story-telling. These are the hours that give the edge To the blunted axe and the bent wedge, Straighten the saw and lighten the sledge. Here are question and reply, And the fire reflected in the thinking eye. So peace, and let the bob-cat cry.
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Juliana Hall (b. 1958), "Winter night", 1989, first performed 1990 [ baritone and piano ], from Winter Windows -- 7 songs for Baritone and Piano, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
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