IT silently fell in the gloom and the night, And loaded the pines with a burden of white; It wrapped with soft mantles the fields far and near, This beautiful gift of the beautiful year. Ere noontide its beauty had faded away, -- First snows, like first sorrows, endure but a day; But fading or dying true love cannot know, In June or November, mid flowers or snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BOOK OF MARTYRS by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |