Soft clinging robe of purest white That Winter wove and spun From snowflakes softly as they fell In silence one by one:— Far flung the mantle fluttered down To earth without a sound, And there in wondrous purity It rested on the ground. Festooned on tree and shrub it hung As if to beautify And lend enchantment to the scene, To fascinate the eye,— Gleaming with silver sheen at night As 'neath the moon it lay, With scintillating diamond light Beneath the sun of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ARCTIC VISION [JUNE 20, 1867] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THISTLE-DOWN by CLARA DOTY BATES THE LILY OF THE VALLEY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |