Ralph Waldo Emerson - To the First Snowfall

To the First Snowfall

First Snowfall, on your knee Tells that Winter hushes pain. Under fold of white, we see Days must rest now; life is lain.

Flake o’er flake, new joy assigned Turns warm homes to silent halls, Frost on eaves and rooms confined To gentle peace and snowball thralls.

But softly—it’s you I adore, Cloth that shrouds each careless deed; Beyond the frozen gall we bore, The beauty bound to you, dear seed

Fandango over fields anew, Your mirth beholds Warren of Speech; So send the art through skies, where dew Of colored blinks still breach