第18章冬日漫步AWinterWalk（2）
Wesleep，ahawaketothestillrealityofawinterm。Thesnowlieswarmasordownuponthewindowsill;thebroadenedsashandfrostedpaadima，whiugcheerwithiillhemisimpressive。Thefloorderourfeetaswemovetotolookabrhsomeclearspaceoverthefields，weseetheroofsstaheirsheeavesaalactitesofsnow，aandstalagmitesgsomecealedcore。Thetreesandshrubsrearwhitearmstotheskyoneveryside;andallsandfeisstretfrolicgambolsacrosstheduskylandscape，asifrewnherfreshdesighefieldsbynightasmodelsforman’sart。
&lyweutifallin，andstepabroadtofacethegair。Alreadythestarshavelostsomeoftheirsparkle，andadull，leadenmistskirtsthehorizon。Aluridbrazenlightiproclaimstheapproachofday，whiletheeisdimaill，andasomberTartareanlight，liketheshadowyrealms。Theyareinfernalsoundsonlythatyouhear-thegofcocks，thebarkingofdogs，thegofwood，thelowingofkioPluto’sbarnyardaheStyx-notforanymela，buttheirtwilightbustleistoosolemnandmysteriousforearth。Therettracksofthefoxorotter，intheyard，remindusthateachhourofthenightiscrowdedwithevents，andtheprimevalillwandmakingtratheshegate，wetreadbrisklyalongtheloryrthedryandowunderourfeet，orarousedbythesharp，clearcreakofthewoodsled，juststartimarket，fromtheearlyfarmer’sdoor，whereithaslainthesummerlamidthedstubble;whilefarthroughthedriftsandpoeseethefarmer’searlydle，likeapaledstar，emittingalonelybeam，asifsomeseverevirtuewereatitsmatinsthere。Ahesmokesbegiheeysamidthetreesandsnows。
&hesoundofwoodgatthefarmers’doors，faroverthefrozehebayingofthehouse-dog，aofthecockthoughthethinandfrostyairlythefiiclesofsoundtoourears，withshortaions，asthewavessubsidesoohepurestaliquids，inwhichgrosssubstaothebottom。Theyedbell-like，andfromagreaterdistahehorizons，asiftherewerefewerimpedimentsthaomakethemfaintahegroundissonorous，likeseasonedwood，aheordinaryruralsoundsaremelodious，andthejinglihetreesissweetandliquid。Thereistheleastpossiblemoistureimosphere，allbeingdriedupealed，anditisofsuchextremetenuityaythatitbeesasourceofdelight。Thewithdrawnandtenseskyseemsgroiheaislesofacathedral，andthepolishedairsparklesasiftherewerecrystalsofiginit。Astheywhohaveresidediellusthatwheheseasmokeslikeburningturfland，andafogormistarises，oke，”whigsmokefrequeersonthefads，andisverypernicioustothehealth。”Butthispure，stingingelixirtothelungs，andnotsomuistasacrystallizedmidsummerhaze，refinedandpurifiedbycold。……
Iureisaetofcuriosities，fullofdriedspetheirnaturalorderandposition。Themeadowsasareahortussiccus。Theleavesaalypressedbytheairwithum，andthebird’shungonanartificialtwig，butwheretheybuiltthem。
Butnoehaveloitered，thecloudshavegatheredagairagglingsnowflakesarebeginningtodesd。Fasteraheyfall，shuttiht。Thesnowfallsoneverywoodandfield，andnocreviceisfotten;bytheriverandthepond，onthehillandinthevalley。
Quadrupedsareedtotheirdthebirdssitupohispeacefulhour。Thereisnotsomudasisilentlyandgraduallyeveryslope，andthegraywallsahepolishedidthesereleaves，whiotburiedbefore，aredthetraesarelost。Withsolittleeffortdoesherruleandblotoutthetraen。HearhowHomerhasdescribedthesame：“Theshidfastohewindsarelulled，andthesnowfallsi，gthetopsofthemountains，andthehills，andtheplaiustreegrows，aedfields，andtheyarefallisahefoamiaresilentlydissolvedbythewaves。”Theshings，andinfoldsthemdeeperinthebosomofhesletatiootheeemple，asofthedhelpshertoprevailoverart。