Ode to the winter night, The stars, a distant glow, As snowflakes weave a quilt of white, On earth below so slow.
In every icy breath, The world sits hushed and bright, Wrapped in a gauzy blanket, Of the tranquil, tender night.
- Ragnar Knutson
Ode to the winter night, The stars, a distant glow, As snowflakes weave a quilt of white, On earth below so slow.
In every icy breath, The world sits hushed and bright, Wrapped in a gauzy blanket, Of the tranquil, tender night.