One morning.....

Like Snow

 

She, then, like snow in a dark night,

Fell secretly. And the world waked

With dazzling of the drowsy eye,

So that some muttered 'To much light',

And drew the curtains close.

Like snow, warmer then fingers feared,

And to soil friendly;

Holding the histories of the night

In yet unmelted tracks.

 

Robert Graves

Done