Along the narrow sandy height <br />I watch them swiftly come and go, <br />Or round the leafless wood, <br />Like flurries of wind-driven snow, <br />Revolving in perpetual flight, <br />A changing multitude. <br /> <br />Nearer and nearer still they sway, <br />And, scattering in a circled sweep, <br />Rush down without a sound; <br />And now I see them peer and peep, <br />Across yon level bleak and gray, <br />Searching the frozen ground,- <br /> <br />Until a little wind upheaves, <br />And makes a sudden rustling there, <br />And then they drop their play, <br />Flash up into the sunless air, <br />And like a flight of silver leaves <br />Swirl round and sweep away.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowbirds-2/
