The Snow that never drifts --

The Snow that never drifts -- The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now -- So thorough in the Tree At night beneath the star That it was February's Foot Experience would swear -- Like Winter as a Face We stern and former knew Repaired of all but Loneliness By Nature's Alibit -- Were every storm so spice The Value could not be -- We buy with contrast -- Pang is good As near as memory --