The snow will dust the roadway, br And load the roofs still more. br I'll stretch my legs a little: br You're there outside the door. br br Autumn, not winter coat, br Hat-none, galoshes-none. br You struggle with excitement br Out there all on your own. br br Far, far into the darkness br Fences and trees withdraw. br You stand there on the corner, br Under the falling snow. br br The water trickles down from br The kerchief that you wear br Into your sleeves, while dewdrops br Shine sparkling in your hair. br br And now illumined by br A single strand of light br Are features, kerchief, figure br And coat of autumn cut. br br There's wet snow on your lashes br And in your eyes, distress, br And your external image br Is all, all of apiece. br br As if an iron point br With truly consummate art, br Dipped into antimony, br Had scribed you on my heart. br br Those modest, humble features br Are in it now to stay, br And if the world's cruel-hearted, br That's merely by the way. br br And therefore it is doubled, br All this night in snow; br To draw frontiers between us br Is more than I can do. br br But who are we and whence, br If, of those years gone by, br Scandal alone remains br And we have ceased to be.