Come to the casement, we’ll watch the snow <br />Softly descending on earth below, <br />Fairer and whiter than spotless down <br />Or the pearls that gleam in a monarch’s crown, <br />Clothing the earth in its robe’s bright flow; <br />Is it not lovely—the pure white snow? <br /> <br />See, as it falls o’er the landscape wide, <br />How kindly it seeks all blots to hide, <br />Shrouding each black, unsightly nook, <br />The miry banks of the little brook, <br />Robing bare branches in ermine white, <br />Making all lovely, spotless and bright. <br /> <br />In the farm-yard see with what magic skill <br />Its marvels of beauty it works at will: <br />The well-house now is a fairy hall, <br />And the rough, rude fence is a marble wall; <br />While gates and hillocks where barn fowl ranged <br />To ramparts and bastions now are changed. <br /> <br />How softly it falls—nor breath, nor sound, <br />Though four feet high it should pile the ground, <br />Though it change the face of wood and field, <br />With skill that no mortal could ever wield; <br />Yet, as it falls, not a murmur low— <br />The noiseless, silent, white-winged snow! <br /> <br />See, in the rays of the morning bright, <br />How it blushes beneath the sun’s red light; <br />How its diamond crystals gleam and shine, <br />Clearer than those of Golconda’s mine; <br />Though the wintry winds may with anger blow, <br />Surely all love the beautiful snow.<br /><br />Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-canadian-snow-fall/
