And a new day is born on the broad expanse of the snow <br /> And man is now freed from the phantoms below -- and I must go! <br /> I turn away -- the snow and its beauty my visit prolong -- <br /> But now day returns and my heart must leave with its song <br /> That it gleaned from the stars and the moonlight's soft glow, <br /> From the broad breast of the land and wide sweep of white snow.<br /><br />Henry Kriescher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-filled-fields/
