No breath of wind, br No gleam of sun – br Still the white snow br Whirls softly down br Twig and bough br And blade and thorn br All in an icy br Quiet, forlorn. br Whispering, rustling, br Through the air br On still and stone, br Roof, - everywhere, br It heaps its powdery br Crystal flakes, br Of every tree br A mountain makes; br ‘Til pale and faint br At shut of day br Stoops from the West br One wint’ry ray, br And, feathered in fire br Where ghosts the moon, br A robin shrills br His lonely tune.