Snow

“In the bleak mid-winterLong ago.”

“Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, In the cold atmosphere.”

“Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,And shed their substance on the floating air.”

“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,In a tumultuous privacy of storm.”

“Come, see the north-wind's masonry.For number or proportion.”

“Out of the bosom of the Air, Descends the snow.”

“Where's the snowThat fell the year that's fled—where's the snow?”

“As I saw fair Chloris walk alone,To deck her, froze into a gem.”

“A little snow, tumbled about, anon becomes a mountain.”

“O that I were a mockery king of snow,To melt myself away in water drops!”

“For thou wilt lie upon the wings of nightWhiter than new snow on a raven's back.”

“Lawn as white as driven snow.”

“O the snow, the beautiful snow, Dancing, flirting, skimming along.”

“When men were all asleep the snow came flying,Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.”

“The Hyla breedLike ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.”

“The way a crowOf a day I had rued.”

“If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyesAnd blind me to a standstill if it must.”

“But he sent her Good-by,And do everything!”

“Whose woods these are I think I know.To watch his woods fill up with snow.”

“The snow was getting so deep they could hardly drag their little legs through it, and the trees were thicker and more like each other than ever. There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and worst of all, no way out.”

“My! it was fine, coming through the snow as the red sun was rising and showing against the black tree trunks! As you went along in the stillness, every now and then masses of snow slid off the branches suddenly with a flop! making you jump and run for cover. Snow castles and snow caverns had sprung up out of nowhere in the night-and snow bridges, terraces, ramparts-I could have stayed and played with them for hours.”

“Then, on the silence of the snows there layThe deep wood-sounds had ceased.”

“...the wind had dropped, and the snow, tired of rushing around in circles trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest, and sometimes the place was Pooh's nose and sometimes it wasn't and in a little while Piglet was wearing a white muffler round his neck and feeling more snowy behind the ears than he had ever felt before.”