SNOW lengthens out the wintry light Of early-shuttered day, And Frost, soft-footed, sly, white-haired, That Witch, her bitter fire Shakes down till the astonished sight Deems it the spray Tossed by the Stars that night has bared To slake man's wild Desire. Now were full night but for the snow, Blind dark but for the frost. The ribs and roots of trees are heaped With new-fall'n leaves of white; And burning-white sparks make a glow Wherein all's lost But rutted path and beech-roots, steeped In frozen foam of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL AN EPISTLE TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET THE BOOK OF AHANIA by WILLIAM BLAKE |