Snow!

First Snow-Fall.

The sun that dim November day

Had failed to kiss the clouds away

From quiet Nature's furrowed face,

Where autumn tears had left their trace.

And, by and by, on fields of brown

The feathered flakes came floating down

From Heaven to this world of ours,

Like spirits of departed flowers.

And fast and faster through the night,

Till Morn arose on meadows white,

And o'er the landscape lightly stepped

Where tired Nature, smiling, slept.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.