Winter Solstice
Schuss Mountain Sunset.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
Schuss Mountain Sunset.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
