Nothing here ... Nothing but the first snow falling, The new snow falling, And a robin singing in the white grass. Nothing but the slow day fading ... And two in the silence, waiting, hoping, yearning; Freighting the lonely dusk with the melodies of their dreams, while the new snow falls, And a wayward robin pours its song Into the evening quiet of the white grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD |