Snowing
Walter De La Mare
Snowing; snowing;
Oh, between earth and sky
A wintry wind is blowing,
Scattering with it's sigh
Petals from trees of silver that shine
Like invisible glass, when the moon
In the void of night on high
Paces her orchards divine.
Snowing; snowing;
Ah me, how still, and how fair
The air with flakes interflowing,
The fields crystal and bare,
When the brawling brooks are dumb
And the parched trees matted with frost,
And the birds in this wilderness stare
Dazzled and numb!
Snowing... snowing... snowing:
Moments of time through space
Into hours, centuries growing,
Till the world's marred lovely face,
Wearied of change and chance,
Radiant in innocence dream -
Lulled by an infinite grace
To rest in eternal trance.
