The falling snow a stainless veil doth cast Upon the relics of the dying year -- Dead leaves and withered flowers and stubble sere -- As if it would erase the faded past; So on our lives does death descend at last, Hiding youth's hopes and manhood's purpose clear, And memories faint, to dreaming age most dear, Beneath its silence, blank and white and vast. The sun shines out, and lo! the meadows lone Flash into sudden splendor, strangely bright, More fair than summer landscape ever shone; Thus, gleaming through the storm clouds faith's clear light Transforms death's endless waste of silence white To beauty passing all that life has known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE PSALM 19 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |