The first snows of the year lie white Upon the branches bending low; A surging wind the flakes doth blow Before the coming feet of Night -- Half dusk, half day, betwixt the pines Green-yellow the full moon reclines: Green-yellow, and now wholly green, While faint the windy stars are seen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |