From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin, <br />No lady alive can show such a skin. <br />I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather, <br />But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together. <br />Though candour and truth in my aspect I bear, <br />Yet many poor creatures I help to ensnare. <br />Though so much of Heaven appears in my make, <br />The foulest impressions I easily take. <br />My parent and I produce one another, <br />The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-snow/
