Snow at twilight

A starless sky and a slender moon,

A silenced earth, like a silver noon,

A vision of gnomes, with brows of snow,

And the calm, wide white no bloom may know

This is the world, and its heart is still,

It shall fret no more its changeless will,

Insensate beside its ashen hearth,

Dumb it doth lie in the ice-wind's path.