First snowfall last evening

First Snow-Fall. THE sun that dim November day Had failed to kiss the clouds away From quiet Nature's furrowed face, Where autumn tears had left their trace. And, by and by, on fields of brown The feathered flakes came floating down From Heaven to this world of ours, Like spirits of departed flowers. And fast and faster through the night, Till Morn arose on meadows white, And o'er the landscape lightly stepped Where tired Nature, smiling, slept. __Albert Bigelow Paine.