William Wilfred Campbell - Snow

Down out of heaven, <br />Frost-kissed <br />And wind driven, <br />Flake upon flake, <br />Over forest and lake, <br />Cometh the snow. <br /> <br />Folding the forest, <br />Folding the farms, <br />In a mantle of white; <br />And the river’s great arms, <br />Kissed by the chill night <br />From clamor to rest, <br />Lie all white and shrouded <br />Upon the world’s breast. <br /> <br />Falling so slowly <br />Down from above, <br />So white, hushed, and holy, <br />Folding the city <br />Like the great pity <br />Of God in His love; 20 <br />Sent down out of heaven <br />On its sorrow and crime, <br />Blotting them, folding them <br />Under its rime. <br /> <br />Fluttering, rustling, <br />Soft as a breath, <br />The whisper of leaves, <br />The low pinions of death, <br />Or the voice of the dawning, <br />When day has its birth, <br />Is the music of silence <br />It makes to the earth. <br /> <br />Thus down out of heaven, <br />Frost-kissed <br />And wind driven, <br />Flake upon flake, <br />Over forest and lake, <br />Cometh the snow.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-15/