The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. From sheds new-roofed with Carrara Cane Chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mable, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I look at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was heaped so high. I remember the gradual patience That fell from that cloud like snow, Flake by flake, healing and hiding The scar of our deep-plunged woe. And again to the child I whispered, "The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall!" Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SATIRE: 6 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |