"So all night long the storm roared on:The morning broke without a sun;In tiny spherule traced with linesOf Nature's geometric signs,In starry flake, and pellicle,All day the hoary meteor fell;And, when the second morning shone,We looked upon a world unknown,On nothing we could call our own.Around the glistening wonder bentThe blue walls of the firmament,No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!"
Poetry
Snow