A little curly-headed god <br />Through asphodel came creeping, <br />Found Mother Juno on the nod, <br />And safely slipped her keeping. <br />Away he frolicked, full of mirth, <br />Until he glanced in pity <br />Upon the muddiness of earth, <br />The squalour of the city. <br /> <br />His flashing pinions forth he spread, <br />And flew with dart and quiver <br />To a celestial garden bed <br />Beside a sapphire river. <br />To deck the dingy world down there <br />He stripped each dazzling flower, <br />And flung through the cerulean air <br />The petals in a shower. <br /> <br />His treasured blossoms fluttered down, <br />He watched them softly falling, <br />Until, alas! they reached the town <br />Where men and carts were crawling. <br />Before the city's fevered fumes <br />They sank in helpless flutter, <br />And men came out with spades and brooms <br />And swept them in the gutter.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowflakes-52/
