SNOW" Tilts meal-white snow— Oh, look at the bright fields,
What fragile manna 'Tis The North Wind yields ; Falling from heavens Earth knows little of, Yet mantling winter As. with a crystal love— The shining cloak It to the naked gives, Wooing all sorrow From the soul it shrives.
Adam no calmer vales Than these descried, Leda a shadow were This white beside.
Water stays still for wonder ; Herb and flower, Else starved with cold In warmth and darkness cower.
Miracle, far and near That starry flake Can of its myriads Such wide pasture make, For sun to colour And for moon to wan, And day's vast vault of blue To arch upon !
A marvel of light, Whose verge of radiance seems Frontier of paradise, The bourne of 'reams.
O tranquil, silent, cold- , Such loveliness to see The heart sighs answer, Benedicite ! Xi/ALTER DE LA MARE.
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