Classic Poem

From sullen skies
The frail white snowflakes fall like fairy butterflies,
Fall on the pale small snowdrops, fall and fall,
Covering the purple violets, covering
All the fair fragile children of the Spring;
Covering the big warm earth as with a pall,
And then the sun shines out, and the birds sing
To see a strange white world like crystal glittering.
And my soul that in silence for so long
Has shuddered at the wounded world's red sins,
And sordid griefs and passionate dumb sorrows,
Suddenly dreams a shining dream and spins
A silver poem, and straightway opens wide
The great dim windows of her house of song
And laughs to know her dark despairs have died.