Beautiful Snow, And Other Poems (Paperback)

CONTENTS. PAGE BEAUTIFUL SNOW 7 THE SUNLIGHT IN HER HAIR 12 NO LETTER 16 A MILLION, ALL IN GOLD 20 DEATHS CARRIAGE STOPS THE WAY 25 MY PIPE 30 THE DYING SOLDIER 36 THE SAILING OF THE YACHTS 42 RING DOWN THE DROP I CANNOT PLAY. 46 THE OLDEST PAUPER ON THE TOWN 50 DROWNED 55 THE SKATERS 61 GIVE ME DRINK 68 IT WILL ALL BE RIGHT IN THE MORNING. 72 GOD BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL HAND 75 FARMER BROWN 78 THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET 83 OLD NEWS 87 MISSING PRIVATE WILLIAM SMITH 94 I WISH THAT I COULD RUN AWAY 97 1 5 BEAUTIFUL SNOW. SH the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and the earth below Over the house-tops, over the street, Over the heads of the people you meet Dancing, Flirting, Skimming aloni. Beautiful snow it can do nothing wrong. Flying to kiss a fair ladys cheek Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak. Beautiful snow, from the heavens above, Pure as an angel and fickle as love Oh the snow, the beautiful snow How the flakes gather and laugh as they go 8 BEAUTIFUL SXOV. Whirling about in its maddening fun, It plays in its glee with every one. It Chasing, Laughing, Hurrying by, lights up the face and it sparkles the eye And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound, .Snap at the crystals that eddy around. The town is alive, and its heart in a glow To welcome the coming of beautiful snow. How the wild crowd goes swaying along, Hailing each other with humor and song How the gay sledges like meteors flash by Bright moment, -- then lost to the eye. Ringing, Swinging, Dashing they go Over the crest of the beautiful snow BEAUTIFUL SNOW. 9 Snow so pure when it falls from the sky, To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet Till it blends withthe horrible filth in the street. Once I was pure as the snow but I fell Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat. Pleading, Cursing, Dreading to die, Selling my soul to whoever would buy, Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread, Hating the living and fearing Merciful God the dead. have I fallen so low And yet I was once like this beautiful snow