Snow

White are the far-off plains, and white
the fading forests grow;
the wind dies out along the height,
and denser still the snow
a gathering weight on roof and tree,
falls down scarce audibly.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
lie still without a sound;
like some soft minister of dreams
the snow-fall hoods me round;
in wood and water, earth and air
a silence everywhere.

(Archibald Lampman)