The snow is gently falling, The flakes are piling high; They whirl around in eddies From clouds in leaden sky. The trees are edged with swan's-down, The earth is wearing now A cloak of finest ermine That nature can endow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE |