IT silently fell in the gloom and the night, And loaded the pines with a burden of white; It wrapped with soft mantles the fields far and near, This beautiful gift of the beautiful year. Ere noontide its beauty had faded away, -- First snows, like first sorrows, endure but a day; But fading or dying true love cannot know, In June or November, mid flowers or snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER GRISELDA: CHAPTER 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN MEMORIAM by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO THE READER by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |