Along the hard crust of deep snows, <br />To the secret, white house of yours, <br />So gentle and quiet – we both <br />Are walking, in silence half-lost. <br />And sweeter than all songs, sung ever, <br />Are this dream, becoming the truth, <br />Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor, <br />The light ring of your silver spurs...<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-hard-crust-of-deep-snows/
