ALL still and softly through the night The snow fell hushed and pure and white, Each branch and twig is laden high, Outlined against a leaden sky. The flakes yet falling soft and still, Clear cut against the snowy hill. The quiet air is washed all clean, Its tonic freshness crystal, keen. Such joy in this white world there lies, A beauty felt beyond these skies, Beyond the snow-banks' glad surprise, To where I see with other eyes A beauty strange to mortal ken, The gleam surmised scarce known to men. Lo, now behold, the sun breaks through, A glimpse of sky, a heavenly blue, The white and blue, the stillness seem Realization of my dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 50 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PLAYFORD; A DESCRIPTIVE FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SOUL TO THE BODY by EDWARD CARPENTER THE MARRIED MAN by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |