Snow Falling
The wonderful snow is falling
Over river and woodland and world;
The trees bear spectral blossom
In the moonshine blurr’d and cold.
There’s a beautiful garden in Heaven;
And these are the banished flowers,
Falling and driven and drifted
Into this dark world of ours.
by John James Piatt
The wonderful snow is falling
Over river and woodland and world;
The trees bear spectral blossom
In the moonshine blurr’d and cold.
There’s a beautiful garden in Heaven;
And these are the banished flowers,
Falling and driven and drifted
Into this dark world of ours.
by John James Piatt
