Lambs that learn to walk in snow <br />When their bleating clouds the air <br />Meet a vast unwelcome, know <br />Nothing but a sunless glare. <br />Newly stumbling to and fro <br />All they find, outside the fold, <br />Is a wretched width of cold. <br /> <br />As they wait beside the ewe, <br />Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies <br />Hidden round them, waiting too, <br />Earth's immeasureable surprise. <br />They could not grasp it if they knew, <br />What so soon will wake and grow <br />Utterly unlike the snow.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-sight/
