Clouded with snow

Clouded with snow
The bleak winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.

The rayless sun,
Day’s journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Unearthly white.

Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon.

Walter de la Mare (1873–1956)
© Copyright 1906 by The Literary Trustees of Walter de la Mare, used by permission of The Literary Trustees of Walter de la Mare and the Society of Authors as their Representative