Oh, little wood, knee-deep in snow And hemmed in by the old fence row, With crystal beam and frosted star, How beautiful and still you are! I wonder if I might intrude Upon your lovely solitude. Instead I only stare and stare, There's radiant beauty everywhere. The trees along each columned aisle Are pyramids of silver, while A low wind comes to shake them free And scatter snowflakes carelessly . . . Each silver flake a parting word To breathe a prayer my heart has heard. Oh, little wood, knee-deep in snow, Just one more look before I go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |