Friday, February 26, 2010
My Commonplace Book... Snow Flowers
I awoke one winter morning,
and I found my garden white.
With a host of shining blossoms,
That had not been there at night;
All the barren ground was covered,
And the naked branches, quiet.
For the angels, in the night-time,
Flying softly to and fro,
Bearing to the gates of Heaven,
Spirits from the Earth below,
Had let fall upon my garden,
Lovely garlands - flowers of snow.