White hours like snow

White hours like snow, white hours like eternal snow...

Long white streets jewelled with lights...

Our steps are muffled and silent, we scarcely know

How swiftly we cross the nights.

I would like to touch this snow with the fire of a dream,

With the mouth of a dream. And turn it all

To petals of roses... I would like to touch you, too,

And change you into the chord of music I knew.

Can you not change?... Run back again to April?

Laugh out at me from among young lilac leaves?...

Play with your jewels, and sing!

Feeling the earth beneath you float with spring!...

You talk in an even tone, I answer you;

And all about us seems to say

Peace... peace... the hills and streets are cold.

You are growing cold.