Snow

White are the far-off plains
 And white the fading forests grow
 The wind dies out amongst the tides
 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 snowfall hoods me around
 In wood and water, earth and air
 A silence is everywhere
 Save when at lonely spells
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 Some farmer's sleigh is urged on
 With rustling runner and sharp bells
 Swings by me and is gone
 Or from the empty waste I hear
 A sound remote and clear
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 The barking of a dog
 To cattle, is sharply pued
 Borne, echoing from some wayside stall
 Or barnyard far afield
 Then all is silent and the snow
 Falls settling soft and slow
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 The evening deepens and the grey
 Folds closer Earth to sky
 The world seems shrouded, so far away
 Its noises sleep, and I
 As secret as yon buried stream
 Plod dumbly on and dream
 And dream
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 And dream
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 I dream
 And I dream