London snow
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, |
In large white flakes falling on the city brown, |
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, |
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town; |
Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing; |
Lazily and incessantly floating down and down: |
Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing; |
Hiding difference, making unevenness even, |
Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing.Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930) |
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