Silent, soft and slow descends the Snow
And in the woods there stood two lonely desolate cabins blanketed in a layer of fresh fallen snow! The pines cast deep shadows across the vast white expanse of field. In the distance the blue and purple of a mountaintop.
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.