The Sun kept setting on the Snow
And on the Houses too –
As if the day had been a Fairy
Doling out all the Snowflakes, too –

There filled a room with Hills and Dales –
But all lost in the Frost
As if the Blackbird had sung
And all of Nature – had Lost –

The Sun – looked – unresisting now –
Upon the crushed within –
As if a Portrait – held its Breath
As long as it had found a Friend –

• Emily Dickinson