Fairy snow, fairy snow, Blowing, blowing everywhere, Would that I Too, could fly Lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee, crystal star I should drift, I should blow Near, more near, To my dear Where he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love Like a flake in the storm, I should die, I should die, On his lips that are warm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND AGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SISTER HELEN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SAD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH |