The snow has fallen softly through the night And buried in an ermine coat, a blight Of dust And debris from our harried sight. We see white, frozen beauty shield the eye From ugliness. Dissembling is no lie; We trust The smile which conquers every sigh. So spreads the mantle of a gracious charity Above the sordidness and futile vanity That must Be suffered and ignored by wise humanity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |