This morn the earth is wrapped in snow, Far, far, and wide extending, The fence-posts wear a soft white cap, And every tree is bending: House-roofs and hedgerows covered deep, The brooks soft covered o'er, Their murmur can be scarcely heard, Beneath the deep white snow. No hunter's horn, no whistling boy, No kine's soft gentle low, Breaks on the stillness of this morn, Above the silent snow: The crowning beauty thrills the heart, The very earth seems still, So warmly clad in winter's robe, No winds roam o'er the hill. This morn the earth is robed in snow, Far, far, and wide extending, All broken places rounded o'er, Are covered up and mended: Just so in life so tenderly, Deep in the strange within, The Savior mends our broken hearts, And covers up our sin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING LIMOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |