blizzard

All night long the storm roared on:

Morning broke without a sun;

In crystal speckles traced with lines

Of Nature’s geometric signs,

In starry flake, and pellicle,

All day the blinding whiteness fell;

And, when the second morning shone,

We looked upon a world unknown,

On nothing we could call our own.

Around the glistening wonder bent

The shattered walls of firmament,

No cloud above, no earth below,—

A universe of sky and snow!

 

--from Snowbound, by John Greenleaf Whittier, one of my favorite poems as a child

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