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SNOW
Elizabeth Akers [1832-1911]
Lo, what wonders the day hath brought,
Born of the
soft and slumbrous snow!
Gradual, silent, slowly wrought;
Even as an
artist, thought by thought,
Writes expression on lip and brow.
Hanging garlands the eaves o'erbrim,
Deep drifts smother the paths
below;
The elms are shrouded, trunk and limb,
And all the air is dizzy and
dim
With a whirl of dancing, dazzling snow.
Dimly out of the baffled sight
Houses and church-spires stretch
away;
The trees, all spectral and still and white,
Stand up like ghosts in
the failing light,
And fade and faint with the blinded day.
Down from the roofs in gusts are hurled
The eddying drifts to the waste
below;
And still is the banner of storm unfurled,
Till all the drowned and
desolate world
Lies dumb and white in a trance of snow.
Slowly the shadows gather and fall,
Still the whispering snow-flakes
beat;
Night and darkness are over all:
Rest, pale city, beneath their
pall!
Sleep, white world, in thy winding-sheet!
Clouds may thicken, and storm-winds breathe:
On my wall is a glimpse of
Rome, -
Land of my longing! - and underneath
Swings and trembles my
olive-wreath;
Peace and I are at home, at home!
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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